Opus dei Poetica

liturgical worship regarded as humankind's primary duty to God.

 

Afterlife station of poets in curfew time,

sphere to ponder and to refrain.

Owls memories every rhyme to be found,

dancing spirits in gestalt weaving the sound.

Butterflies and Bees pollinate the air,

intuition magic dust of wisdom fare.

Images in still reflecting the whole,

twilight enriches the soul in the soul.

Tempus nostra in spiritus Sanctus ignited,

imperishable wings of love united.

Golden words from the heart in depth,

to see inside the length of breath.

Amidst the lovers nothing to claim,

time in pulse of sensation tame.

The Creator hidden in his creation,

for every sense and its imagination.