Mystery of Life
 

 

I sit on a bench under the Mediterranean tent
adorned with blooming orange flowers
listening to Segovia, Beethoven...

...I find myself thinking of you,
the mystery of life.

I can’t help but see a joyful world
that was long gone…

Soldiers that never return...
heroes with out a noble sentiment...
animals incapable to love.

It could be the cultivation of my imagination.
An illusion or a combination of seeking,
lingering to the desire of finding...

A wish so strong that make me wonder
and believe that is real.

Soon we will be perching by the river
fluttering the heavens as one eagle.
 

 

Jade da Rocha