Those moments

My mind wanders through
The paths of the past
Secret moments revisited
They are missing times
Still unaccounted for
Time somewhat was undefined
Warped by the burning passion
Of our own intimate instants
As I recall now
Your feminine heartbeat
Synched with mine
How paradoxical!
We were one in time
Yet against those moments

By Raphael Bonhart


Anaesthesia

Like wind over the hills
And far away
My sight fails
but yet I see
Sometimes one
Sometimes another
Am I a pretender?
They spoke in whisper
Or mime
I cannot tell
I cannot hear
They orientate to the mountains
To visit their fears
To discover their dreams
Darkness falls
And their sight fails
Hand in hand now
They groped forth still
Til they stumble upon
Roots
They hang from the branches
Singing songs of silence
They are intoxicated
From the fruits of passion
They will see me
Sooner or later
I retreat
For I must return

By Angel Morea

Holy Temple

High upon these mounts
This mighty grandeur
Amid splendor of light
I beheld heaven
But what,
on earth?

Whose entrance is enflamed and haloed
And tiled with marble step hold
I am shunned
My fall
Lands my knees
Upon a street
Paved with gold

These are the four cherubs
They are guardians of our sanctuaries
An embronzed Moroni sounds
The anthem of the seventh hour

These are the noble Saints
They flock to these pastures
Their garments and robes
Whitened
Enshrined they pray
‘Cleanse us for thy coming’
Reverence bowed my head also
We must now emulate

By David Soroda


I need you

In my mothers’ womb
I lay for nine months

In my mothers’ womb
I crave for her attention

Restless she is
I feel the rhythm of her heart
beating with sadness
swirling with worry

I feel her soul, depressed
draining her strength

Still, she lies on the mat
her eyes swelling with tears

Be strong mother. I need you
You are my future

By Melinda Maro