blank verse on ancient times 2

on ancient times again

The moon rose red in Palmyra.

Translucent shadows covered the sands.

The king’s son went out on the balcony.

The familiar world spread before him:

the arcades, towers and pillars, light and dreamlike,

the bridges over the river silvering afar,

the still houses and peristyle,

and among the buildings �"

the grandeur of the temple.

The prince was lost in a reverie;

while dreaming

and leaving the familiar circle of thoughts and words,

while being carried away

to where the noise of life evanished forever

he felt chilly,

his eyes scintillated,

his fists trembled with anger.

For he foresaw the future centuries at the moment.

A picture rose before his mind:

the night sky above,

a numb row of destroyed pillars,

and among the ruins--

a lioness

like a shade of the endless desert.

 

April, 2007

Author's Note

all the poems I publish here have been web-published on my blogs, on Lulu.com and Smashwords.

Reviews

[Black]

its kind of nice :)