A room once filled with hope and joy,
Now lays quiet, deserted, and vacant,
The walls so bare and cold,
Stare down at me,
Giving the illusion of a prison,
The space so wide and empty,
Makes past times go away,
The hope of what tomorrow may bring,
Lies in the corner of this room,
The light shining through this window,
Shows where my path lies,
A path that suddenly ends,
Where my story begins
Words : Mira Sophia
Photography : Antonio
This desert path I follow,
Ends where the village begins,
The village small and quaint,
Where the people are pleasantly strange,
I ask around the town,
For a place to eat and sleep,
But instead I find,
That they have lost all their sheep.
Words: Mira Sophia
Photography: Antonio
(Disclaimer: I tried to get Mira to change the last line of the poem, but she refused. It is her poem after all, and she finds it amusing… which it is…)
My mind remains closed,
Simple to sight,
Locked away,
From those unwanted prying eyes,
I search long,
For the keys to heaven’s gate,
To share the bliss,
With creation’s great.
Words: Mira Sophia
Photography: Antonio
Trapped in my prison of a never ending tunnel,
I see the land stretch into the unknown,
The sea a speck of blue on the horizon,
How I long to fly free,
Like a bird soaring across the heavens.
Poetry : Mira Sophia
Photography : Antonio
I sit here alone,
Upon this world do I weep,
The lines of age seen here on my face,
match those upon this shelter deep,
The blackness around as dark as my heart,
As I stay here trapped,
my mind plots plans,
And my name serves me well.
Poetry : Mira Sophia
Photography : Antonio
Inspired by the photo-poem previously posted on the adventures, we have come up with a photo book based on that original idea. Hope you enjoy looking at it.
I lie here alone
On a bed of soft green,
The words on this page
Seep into my dream,
The loneliness I feel
Is but a delight,
As all things
Come into my sight.
Photo: Antonio
Words: Mira Sophia
A door set in a wall,
An entrance for a forgotten prison,
Although time has faded it, it still stands strong.
It protects those within,
The waters lap, longing to go inside,
But the door permits no entrance,
Except for the humble wanderers,
Like a symbol of hope in a hopeless world.
Words: Mira Sophia
Photo: Antonio
