Childhood dreams

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dreams of my childhood
light of my life,
secret jewels and joyful spirits!
at once silly,
nostalgic and uplifting,
sometimes retracted
but never gone for long
and always transcending
a harsh reality
and a world
not entirely lost.

Marcus Antoninus

Contemplation

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In contemplating through
the charm and challenge
of our existence,
my heart-mind warms up and asks:
what have we learned?
what have we meant?
what have we left?

Sowing seeds and ploughing our land
investing in the long term now
shining for each other,
with love and patience
for you, for me,
for all of us.
What a privilege to be alive
here, on this Earth,
with you, and now.

Marcus Antoninus

Ode to a lost time

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Long ago, in far away lands,
I grew up admiring the stars,
dreaming of distant mountains
and smelling the fresh grass.
In the crisp winter sky,
Centaurus shone proud and high,
and in lazy warm summer days
benteveos sang to the Sun.

One day I left for the north,
who knows looking for what,
now the childhood world already lost,
my old birds and stars will not come back.
I sit prisoner of space time,
with these memories warming my heart,
under a new gentle Sun
in these new here and now.

Marcus Antoninus