On a Rainy RitualA Poem by Ascanius
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! © 2017 Ascanius |
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