what if

what if the fortress you have built
around your heart
with fearful invisible hands
to safeguard your little secrets
was but a temple made of sand
where love comes to pray
for an absolution?

what if the wall that splits
your kingdom into
separate tribes
one ruled by fear
and the other by love
was actually a bridge
upon which heralds of joy
bring their message hither and tither?

what if I were to cross
this bridge from my heart to yours
armed with but a song
and I were to kneel
by the ruins of your
broken city walls
to sing it back to you?

would you listen to the wind
that carries the ashes
of who you used to be
onto the womb of the earth
and water the soil
with your tears of grief
to saw the seeds of rebirth?