On antique roman vases,
elegant motives of distant lives and phases,
a proclaiming window to a world so faint.
Those are the patterns I paint.
Beautiful gods showing a paradise,
without evil that destroy.
Looking so very, very wise,
ignoring shards of injustice and decoy.
Warriors of power and might, crowding my plates.
Beings of fantasy, coated in mythical mist.
Majestically guarding the Temple Gates,
these soldiers to worship, giving reality a twist.
Around the dinner of cheese, wine and grapes
wriggles the love gods snakes.
In the palace small white pigeons circle around,
forming a heart without a sound
Among flowers fertility rises untamed
and honeysuckle smell laughter invite.
Clasping the night unrestrained,
dancing flames of desire and delight.
From the souls of roman gods tears of gold are flowing
when rising their cups, saluting and bowing!
Perfect reflection of times gone by,
beauty refreshed by a mediterranean breeze that sigh.
by Rose-Marie Sandelius
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