The Temple

Of pure warmth the sacred temple,

with beautiful interiors and a solid wall

was made by a divine hand

taking from each prophet the best of their visions

in a revealing inscription

presents itself with immortal characters on its carved walls

It's divine approach announces the sword of pain,

Prevails the night over the presence

until it hides

behind the first sun beam

seeking relief for my fire

between the minutes I spend staring at its red shimmer

I don't know if time seeks us in a ring of light

I don't know if the temple calls us when dusk falls

Your body is the temple of your soul, filled with fire and immense tender,

in twilight celestial scents twist around life

my legacy where my soul will rest

of pure warmth the sacred temple