Temple Of Thought
Temple Of Thought
I look up at the idol,
Sheer poetry in stone.
Dried petals carpet the floor
Around the mighty throne.
The smell of incense burning,
The air in a heady trance.
Lamp lights eternally flickering;
Here shadows come to dance...
I kneel before the deity,
Him of many faces.
Silence closes in on me
As whispers scream inside my head.
And what do I seek in this icy tomb,
Where all souls come to die?
Eyes of stone do not see,
No tears will the Divine cry.
To whom do I speak; a shadow, a memory,
An ideal, myself, no one?
A reflection of a reflection, an echo of an echo,
Ghosts of Gods long gone?
I look up and see that idol,
Imagination turned to stone.
Broken faith covers the floor
Around that empty throne.