Temple

Poetae Opus

On the stairs,

Of the altar,

I only see one Hope,

Rising up,

To an unmoving Wheel;

 

Behold,

Statues smile

At the unfaithful Clown,

 

For his grinning is not enough,

To shake the dust off his nose;

 

Behold,

Six candles illuminate

The Devotion,

Everyone wishes

To get,

 

And Silence pronounces a yellow whisper,

To open up devotees' eyes,

And to make them look after

Their strongest science;

 

Meanwhile,

I'm still sit right here,

And enjoying the company,

Of a purple breeze.

  • Author: Poetae Opus (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 4th, 2019 21:20
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 12
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