some call it poetry

a wail in the night 
a ray of light in the darkness 
the darkness that assails you and seize you in 

a trail,  
a safe passageway to the clear sky after the heavy rain
the quietness after the hurricane 
and a thousand of other images illusions and mirages,
memories of other worlds, other lives, other dimensions 
sailing in our hearts adrift dreaming of home coming 
this is what happens if you give voice 
to a single and fragile wandering living being
through the peripheries of the world 
some call it poetry 
and so be it

Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2014/07/some‐call‐it‐poetry.html