The gates...

...and the Italian soul

I can only express myself writing a poem for this adventure

The Gates

The woods I reached after the bridge
The weather was stormy and
Rainy was
Alone running on trails
My bare feet
Never felt before

Then suddenly darkness
Tall trees have covered
This path by high walls surrounded
Golden the tones
Like gems were part of the stones
Glimmering droplets surrounded me
And time stopped
From one end to the other
The route I could not recall
Feeling my eyes were shut
For a while

A gate I reached
Creaky and small
The moment I touched it
The rays surrounded me
Of the glorious star
A breath I took to breathe the moment
A moment so magic
Banked for that trip
Down the memory lane

Unknown how
I know the number
Of the steps I taken
The second gate to reach
31 to the gate
The steps were
And then on that path
River roaring fiercely on the right
And a silent gate on the left
The time stopped
And I was gone
Motionless I felt
But I could feel

The gate was passage
To reach her soul
She called me, I heard her
The voice was clear
Motionless standing
The gate on my left
My bare feet burned like
On charcoal I walked

I went through the gate
And felt I was guided
The colours surrounded me
The river she said
My eyes closed and saw
The seasons
From autumn to spring
To winter and summer
The snow she said
It covers this place
And covers the gate
The trees have white sleeves
The Sound of the river she loves
She said

I opened my eyes and there
I saw the colours again
Her spirit Italian
A galloping soul
Loved by many
And she loved them more
There by the river
Under the tree
The climbing ivy
She looks at that gate
The time wasn't
Enough she said
She felt she has had
More love to give

The gate was open
She likes that too
So her spirit can talk
And whisper to souls
Souls that hear her calling
For comfort and love
As the river is there
She loves the river
But the river never
Responds to her call
For love so she can give love

Her galloping soul
The colours loves
There by the gate
There by the river
She will send her love
And call who hears her
To tell the story

A story of love
Happiness
Laughter and joy
66 she was
When the angel approached her

I went through the gate
My feet in the mud
I whispered bye
I whispered see you soon
And I galloped away
The rays warmed my heart
The droplets kept falling
From the branches above


Blip world ...my photo is the poem today! Close your eyes and live the story.