Poetae Opus

 On a Rainy Ritual


Nothing occurs in the ancient temple;
Shades are too beautiful,
To try falling in love with;

I can feel the peace,
Dancing around the hall;

The Hebrew Divinity is so embracing whereas,
I\'ll visualize my highest mountain.

I cannot live surrounded,
By an obsolete stigmata;

The thorny song is seducing me,
Like a lustful goddess whose ready,
To kiss my bones.

I will go on standing up,
Until my purity claims,
To be part of the Immortality;

I will walk over red stones,
Until my eyes can see,
The quietness of a smiling god.

The dance continues its pathway;

So I will never curse myself,
For demanding a new challenge!