and about your anger…

(derogatory)

your remarks invade the tranquility of space reserved for angels…

who –

regardless your opinion (all opinion is null)

do exist!

     here –

come here –

if you dare embark upon the journey;

     clear sky –

     over hills and plains,

          dark valleys…

(to find me – you must look…)

     i am not he who cowers behind the trees –

no cloak of darkness do i need –

fear – i do not carry on my shoulders…

the armor – once vital –

i have now thrown away –

for words are all you have,

barbs of anguish you hurl at me…

but see –

they

     fall

          like

               feathers

                    on

                         the

                              ground –

silent,

no sound –

save the sighing of pity…

     listen –

hear ambivalence take its’ dying breath –

and then,

that sweet peaceful quiet –

interrupted only by the sound of angels wings…

(safe i am – indeed!)