From the summit
Lost in blue
The temple overlooks
The river and the sea below
Where ships dance between waves of tiny mirrors
===Inside===
On a whitewashed
Wall
Daubed in
Earth colors,
A profile
Outlined in black,
Tells tales of
Ancient rituals
And
Prayers to forgotten gods
Are painted
In
Images of hope
Behind a
Haze of smoldering sage
===Beneath===
Untold are the
Myriad of
Unadorned stories
Spectators
Hum the chant
Of future love and plenty
===All in all===
The Oracle will murmur:
Nothing changes
And time alters all.
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Copyright 2010 Alain Millon
