The Hall Within

As I waited—silently—

the door opened, miraculously.

I stepped within the ancient hall:

sacred, serene, seraphic, sublime.

The marble floor, the painted walls

bathed in multicoloured glow.

The room—vast and round—

held mural dreams:

flowers, gardens, mountains, tribes,

civilizations from dawn to dusk.

A winding stairway of silvery light

arose from the right.

I held my breath,

my heart brimmed with awe and delight,

as celestial music washed

over my quivering body—

lost in rapture

at the marvellous sight.