Tikal

Believe in yourself. Beauty in muddy waters. Tikal.

Undressing your mind in lessons stretching the vines,

She'll tell you she loves,

That lie fades thin as patience invested in time,

Uncertain what took place, 

Electric inside,

Ignite atoms when wet wires connect and collide

But whether I hide,

Depends on debt and desire.

Admired beauty in Gardens and Temples,

Veneration of saints,

Woven bridges among the Inca Empire of vines stretched undone of your undressing mind,

Learn to read then read to learn

An earned knowledge of love and Ancient,

Ruins dated,

Pompei, Picchu, and Tikal

The destruction deemed adjacent.

Fusion of atoms and connections proved ease in youth years.

These thoughts tend to hinder,

Never reducing fear.

In truth it's those Gardens and Temples

Reflecting in mornings in mirrors.

Reviews

[Nariko]

This poem was an extraordinary read