I dreamed of
Machu Picchu
the voices of
my ancestors
calling to my soul
evoking past life
memories.
Royalty, daughter
of the sky
standing by
mama ocllo’s side.
Constructed our
masterpieces in
stone
Regal and adorned
in gold. Our empire
vast and wide
We lived on top
of the mountains
civilization on the rise
Inti nuturing
the land
cultivated to feed
all
of
its
people
no hunger
observing the cosmos
masters in astrology.
Protective mist, shield
against the ignorance
and the weapons
they would wield.
green serenity
time escapes in
temple of the sun
Inca’s sanctuary
for fun.
wonder
just
wonder
If they never came
Quechua would
fountain flow
from our mouths
but history weighs,
colossal structure
now slowly
descending back
to Earth.
When this life
cycle ends, send
my ashes back
My spirit knows
the way.
richardankerswrites
I really loved this, you really made the reader feel it. Great poem.
poetaflor
Thank you for your kind words. Glad you enjoyed 🙂
richardankerswrites
I did, very much