del Dardano Turann
19th August 2011, 02:20 AM
THE ROSE-STONE TEMPLE
from a dream of May 3, 2011
The empty, glowing fish tanks formed a maze
Of chilly gray in walls of melted lead.
Each tank at random flashed in nervous bursts
Like square and lidless eyes blind in the gloom.
The darkness flooding on the floor rose up
Into a pullulating charcoal veil
With twisting edges spinning in a ring.
But this failed to seal away the vision:
An ancient temple to the goddess Dawn.
The warmth of light was forged in megalithic
Rose stones of mammoth height cut into pillars
And shaped into a vault beyond the sky.
The pillars stood against a polygonal
Wall of stone, yet soft with its rose glow.
I only saw two pillars and between them
Within the wall a massive stained glass window.
The light, in jagged abstract patterns, reached
With multi-colored, newborn fingers playing
In ambient laughter through the rose stone temple.
from a dream of May 3, 2011
The empty, glowing fish tanks formed a maze
Of chilly gray in walls of melted lead.
Each tank at random flashed in nervous bursts
Like square and lidless eyes blind in the gloom.
The darkness flooding on the floor rose up
Into a pullulating charcoal veil
With twisting edges spinning in a ring.
But this failed to seal away the vision:
An ancient temple to the goddess Dawn.
The warmth of light was forged in megalithic
Rose stones of mammoth height cut into pillars
And shaped into a vault beyond the sky.
The pillars stood against a polygonal
Wall of stone, yet soft with its rose glow.
I only saw two pillars and between them
Within the wall a massive stained glass window.
The light, in jagged abstract patterns, reached
With multi-colored, newborn fingers playing
In ambient laughter through the rose stone temple.