the thin wall that divides wishes from dreams

melts before strong arms

with the violent dagger tearing it from within the mists

it becomes solid before the delicate voices

to the whining and absurd prayers

before mercy and compassion

it's knocked down with the fists of the fire

with the subtle touch of a destructive weapon

that turns relentless like

lightning breaking the earth

it crumbles before anger, death

and depravity

it turns to rock at the sighs

before the romanticism of a beautiful love

splits up with yelling and teasing

it is sealed before the illusion

of a look at the stars

and a sigh to the moon.