Speak to me

 
In the hour when clarity filters through,
when the sun has departed on its journey,
talk to me of poems that make you feel
of crazy poets, of wild art.
Tell me of your inner revolution,
of loves and dislikes in battle,
of the cold that in winter rules us,
and of the heat that explodes in summer.
Tell me of roads travelled,
of each step taken with courage,
in every footprint there remain the beats
of a heart full of ardour.
Speak to me without fear, without reservations or lies,
bare your soul in this room,
that between verses and sighs you transmit
the passion of your own song.