Where Walls Do Not Exist Poem by Jon Blanes

When your walls stand tall
you will be lavished with gifts
and flowers will be thrown over those walls;
metaphors of love, metaphors of urgency.
If this does not subdue you
your barricades will be stormed
with swords unsheathed
and primal battle cries;
spears of passion, aegis of intention.
But when your walls tumble
when they fall and let in the light
and your city lies naked.
Conquerers will retreat
and prepare for another battle
in another land
on another day
and you will be forgotten.
For only a child
can love an open heart
and an open sky
where walls do not exist.