It's been many years since we strolled through Ayutthaya
Across the dust-swept plains and vast barren halls
Kept alive by the trampling of great wise beasts
Around crumbling old walls, cracked and dry.
Shoulders apart, yet souls still dancing
Over the tumbling ruins and rich dark clay
Our eyes averted lest your parents caught us
Sharing glances in the heat of day.
Kings and queens once walked here, I'm told
Gold and silver, slate and shale
Memories bound in the most delicate of silk
Now tattered, torn, decayed.
Time, dismayed, stretched out his arms wide
Like the rickety hands on a groaning old clock
'A few moments more, I'll give them', he cried
'There are not enough seconds in the day'.
I wonder if I made the most of it?
Or played the fool with what was in hand?
Bright blades of grass clasp the silent pagodas
In the shadow of the beasts rumbling past.
July 2023
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 3:16 PM UTC
It's been many years since we strolled through Ayutthaya
Across the dust-swept plains and vast barren halls
Kept alive by the trampling of great wise beasts
Around crumbling old walls, cracked and dry.
Shoulders apart, yet souls still dancing
Over the tumbling ruins and rich dark clay
Our eyes averted lest your parents caught us
Sharing glances in the heat of day.
Kings and queens once walked here, I'm told
Gold and silver, slate and shale
Memories bound in the most delicate of silk
Now tattered, torn, decayed.
Time, dismayed, stretched out his arms wide
Like the rickety hands on a groaning old clock
'A few moments more, I'll give them', he cried
'There are not enough seconds in the day'.
I wonder if I made the most of it?
Or played the fool with what was in hand?
Bright blades of grass clasp the silent pagodas
In the shadow of the beasts rumbling past.
July 2023
