I still remember the sound of that stillness Gentle, careful like a lullaby caressing the dust rising and falling on my skin The warm sky sang her broken songs blew her ***** May winds through the village ever so passionately
The sun shone dark by the dying river he wept silently his purple evening tears into the narrow streams underneath The fragrance of that temple, hard to forget, Hard to leave behind anything but pondering footsteps.. Yet I walked into the womb of that scent forgetting my age old fears of facing the friction of time, of dreams, of hope, of separation.
I collapsed onto the bare earth before I entered and stared at the air uncouthly like a barbarian
Moaning, singing, breathing in ecstasy that old familiar temple fragrance