Let there be keys without locks
Let there be dictionaries without words
Let there be homes without doors

Let there be silence
When we speak of love
Let there be grace in our walk
So that our poems will not ashamed of the craft

Let there be matchboxes without sticks
Because our children need them empty
To preserve their childhood memories

Let there be a metaphor in a worker’s sweat
Because dewdrops alone can not carry poem on her shoulder

Let there be a marriage (illegitimate though)
Between a gun and a flower
Because lonely streets look bad
And a caged bird is always sad

Let there be a reward to roots
Because you look beautiful with flower in your hair
Let there be a reward to cloud
Because we all need to wash our hands, before prayer

Let there be anger in our hand and peace in our head
Let there be a blunt knife in our pocket
Just in case…

Let there be nakedness between all of us
So we can look into each other’s eyes
And say: “Our daughters are safe in each other’s garden”
Let there be nakedness between all of us
So when we make love
“We make love to our beloved one only”

Let there be no history
Because we exchange hugs and kisses in present
Let there be no geography
Because contours of love are powerful enough
To define our boundaries
Let there be no mathematics also
Because nature never counts her blessings

And let there be a finite infinity in our life
And enough strength in our legs
So our walk to horizon would not stumble
And we fall like an autumn leaf.