Martas poems for Sunday, April 26, 2009

There was an old temple built on top of a mountain hidden for centuries behind tall trees We found it just by chance, you and me, while we walked by a river in Brazil and saw a light reflecting from its cross, mysteriously beckoning us to come. and when we got up there we were greeted by its walls, blackened by the passage of time Twisting around, hugging them tight, green supple ivy climbed its columns up high Its floors, once magnificent now laid cracked,covered, by the growth of the forest... Sign in to see full entry.

I don't remember the place where we were or the time it was when you left. I don't know why you felt so mine or why I lost you when everything seemed so fine. I just remember it was raining hard, like it rains now, though now the rain is sadder for there is no you. I was crying... that I recall, did not know what to do and you said,drying my face with your hand, I was sweet. You looked into my eyes, kissed me on the cheek, and walked away without looking back, so tall... You left me there...... Sign in to see full entry.