A Temple

Having left off my shoes
     at the entrance, I stepped
in the Temple of love,
     with my shy pure soul,
heard the butterflies praying
     with passionate words,
they were waiting for miracles
     at the liturgy there.

With an old heavy burden
     of a sorcerer’s curse –
how many months more
     would the fasting still last? –
I was filled with the tenderness,
     holding the flame,
I was building the bridge
     with the lines of the verse,

“I abandoned the Kingdom
     of frozen arts,
I have come to confess:
     I’m burning from thirst,
I’m eager to live
     not behind scenes – on stage,
to take part in Communion
     of feelings and dreams!”

He had virginal face,
     and His throne was divine!
Thus, I fell at His feet,
     barely breathing in front,
“In this solemn heartbeat,
     I will swear an oath,
dedicating to You
     my devoted soul.”

But the candles were crying,
     the butterflies realm
burst in laughter, exploding
     the Darkness with joy.
And He asked me, “But why
     have you come barefoot?
In this city, the Temple
     has long gone being burned.”

April 27, 2009