~ Amongst the Ruins ~


The olive groves are calling my name
On wafting winds of wonderment
Transfixed, feet meander ancient paths
Paths of the maidens singing in the sun
Blessed, dressed in tunics white, virginal

Their voices echoing through the
Hands of time guide; to Delphi onward
Up, up, up to the summit of the Oracle
Vapors still rising, cracked shale imprinted
Where mysteries once revealed still mystify

A sense of awe settles in the soul, magnified
By splinters of light dancing through the ruins
Hands touch with reverence that which remains
Cautious as to not defile the timeless temple
Searching for answers twilight falls, a candle glows.

O’Prunty
4/23/14

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