The Cellar

Today the cellar will be closed Will lie buried within Ocean of tears Dusty toils will turn to dust Cold nights’ sweats Will be forgotten years Dreams made of hard rock Passions of concrete block Will sleep under lock Today the cellar will be closed Will lie buried within Secret wishes’ sand All tools of labor will rust Dusty toils will turn to dust Will gust no winds on its land Underneath the dreamlaid ground The cellar will be promise bound By its own fate To hold the tears all alone Not letting it be ever known Two hearts’ secret!