On stones and rock of mortal man
Where goodbyes are always natures plan

In watered depth of lands demise
Traveling forth with sage advice

Be clear with hearts of fortunes told
Of greed designed in days of old

The needle’s eye is waiting there
Yet not for those that do not care

Narrow is our gate to enter
All souls of summer and spirits winter

The garden is silent in Gethsemane
Where once Romans became insane

Earth has been cursed and blessed anew
Yet bitterness is mixed in angers brew

For some seek still to conquer all
With repetitive voice of a minarets call

Rise up with all your strength in God
Or perish forever on familiar sod

Upon my leave, remember your choice
If you love freedom, find wisdoms voice






The title is courtesy of Ms Ruby
For Doreen’s challenge



Goodbye
Ciao-ciao