At the Temple

Temple-01, 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Temple-01, 2013

 

 

At the Temple

 

Until our union it was a long journey

Finally you say to me I’m free

That without some Bees

There can be no Honey

So I agree and would love to stay

 

After the paths of glory

It is a portrait of today

After burying the memory

It feeds so many trees

And everything in the valley

 

Not because I’m made of clay

I fall to my  knees

For some time to pray

 

I’ll give all games away

If you tell me to stay

Until the end of our days

 

Between the bed and the duvet

We’ll produce some other journeys