Magic

I found this picture through Tumblr and a wild muse appeared. I don't know who took this picture; if anyone does, please tell me so that I can give proper credit.

The hall was filled,

with nothing but reflections;

A temple built of mirrors,

breaking all light.

Windows of water,

flooding with color,

what once was white marble;

brightened at sight.

The glass reached up taller than

perception could confirm,

forming arches beyond earth,

awe induced by fear- and

if there was a place to find it,

if there was a way to hide it:

Magic could live nowhere else

but here.

Reviews

[light and ashes]

Cool poem, I really enjoyed reading it.

[paparapapa]

A very beautiful picture and a lovely poem to describe it. Yes, the place is magical but your brilliant choice of words and how you played with them definitely added to its beauty. Job well done. Thanks for sharing. :)

[V]

simple but good one :) I enjoyed reading. You've created a nice imagery. Your choice of words and how you put them together seems very vivid, pictorial.

[Meghan]

Simple and Beautiful! This was great!

A spectrum of colours, reflecting your words. Lovely prose.

[Sashalee]

I love the picture and poem

[A. L. Allen]

Wow, very beautiful. You described it so well, I didn't even need to look at the picture. :) I love it.

[Hachamecha]

woops. I accidently did something..

[Hachamecha]

Wow. beautiful poem. I love that picture :D