the place is well trimmed <br />bushes with leaves well arranged <br />like the haircut of a soldier <br />the dragon guards the place <br />the one that does not spit fire <br />nothing to fear in this place of <br />worship this place of calm and <br />quiet where cameras are prohibited <br />but we all tread our steps towards <br />the holy and the divine that <br />unholy hour of our existences. <br /> <br />i was once here and there is <br />someone i cannot forget <br />the close friend i had who <br />clicked her camera who told <br />me to pose here and there only <br />to realize later that there was <br />no film. <br /> <br />oh, those were the younger years <br />that speak of lies <br />that gives nothing but false hopes <br /> <br />meanwhile, i am amazed at this <br />temple <br />a tip that tries to reach the clouds <br />telling us <br />though that we are less inferior.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-written-at-the-taoist-temple-in-cebu-city-a-few-days-ago/
