Rome

I only allow myself 
to be half full of Rome
untill nightfall

The ancient streets
are filled with mortal sins
of the modern life

In the shadow of the street lights
I take off my sandals
kneading my heels into the cold cobblestones
pressing my palms on the old walls

Now
I let the saints and ghosts
fill me with the rest
A scarlet rose in my hair
A bronze raven at my feet

The Promise

At times,
our world seems so dim
and no light can penetrate.
Our heart bleeds out.
It feels dawn will never come again
and we will never regain strength.

When I read,
“The sun will be turned into darkness
and the moon into blood.”
I know the peace and hope are coming
when the lion lies down with the lamb.

full moon
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