The Journey

In the time between
Blooming and withering of a flower….
In the time between
One gunshot and another….
In the time between
Two explosions you hear…
Children set off on perilous journeys,
From darkness to darkness…

The sun and the moon
Armed with knives and guns
Wander in the dreams of unborn babies
Who sit and travel in their mothers` wombs…

The goddess of death buries the kisses,
In the sand of the shores of the cold continents,
And awaits for the children of the lands,
Whose mothers feel war,
Along with their birth pangs…

When children die,
Before they reach,
The shores, the rivers,
The seas, the borders,
That I have passed by,
My journey,
Which I had thought has come to an end,
Begins again…

In the nights that follow,
Half way through my journey,
I await in the darkness,
To tell a refugee child,
That even the stars that shine far away,
Do not shed light,
But fling distances on you…