Posted in Border hopping, Culture/History, Photo, Poems

Serenity

the wheels of time

turn slowly

and speak

in silent voices

~

covered in openness

I heed your call

to safety

to doom

~

elements of energy

drip from these walls

evoked in centuries

of worship

~

but the passage is clear

untouched

and my mind serenes

into infinity


Text & photo © Marion 2011, south of England