A Dream Of Long Ago
Last rays of light pierced ruined temple walls,
Exploring cracks, niches, old in age and worn.
Creating visions of those bygone days
Fleeting moments in the probing rays,
Ling'ring on the great stone altar head,
sparkling on silver amulets and thread.
Spilling pools of gold on ancient floor,
Trodden by many feet in days of yore.
As I sit in wonder - all alone -