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