prophecy

i saw a fire, a fire,
shuffling the cards,
shuffling the cards,
i tried to see another

fate but could not
avoid to see a soul
burning, forming
a ball in which

she retired, inert and
frozen in fear,
it burst into
freedom of death

shuffling the cards,
shuffling the cards,
i cannot shuffle life
nor fate nor love

i could not, cannot
look away, not look
away, when my love
turns into despair

i wished she could
fly like a bird, pick
grains from my hand
and rise with a song

but prophecy saw
death and hate and
the earth turning
with fire and tears

shuffling the cards,
i hoped for a God,
my hands i keep still
now, but i cannot

accept prophecies,
they are too sad,
i cannot bear
what i have seen.

there are no words
making good nor
will the mountains
come down.

walking through hell
gives each moment
a gate for heaven,
so hard to see, so hard.