An Old Poem, One of my favorites.
Intricate carving
Attracts me
Calls me closer
The gentle surface
of my palm
feels the curves and bends,
the shapes
on stone.
My feet
used to tiles and carpets:
spoilt,
relaxes against the cold and rough
stone.
It brings me peace,
this place:
a temple
long forgotten
holding stories
all carved
in stone.
The pillars
hold so much
together
and through them
I see the light
That I came here for.