lunes, 22 de octubre de 2012

The old olive tree. Poem.



The old olive tree

The old olive tree welcomes under its shade
the rest of the pilgrim
As soon as walk
and only reward is some mature olives.

On your lap
children come from its illusions to count.
Next to your feet sores
pigeons and cats jump to play.

In the old tree
birds of light make nests of love
With white rose petals and moss blue
Immemorial sparks of light
you come to see.

The old Path will continue.
They tell you,
When you no longer you're here
And another will be
what the come to embellish.

Rest in Peace.