Thursday, August 25, 2011

Dusty Ruins.

I built cathedrals in my heart.
I made the spires perfect.
I polished the golden wood altars
Until they sparkled like the moon.
It was only then that I heard
The empty wind howling through
The hallways.
The emptiness rippled
And shook the deepest of depths.
My cathedrals fell,
But it was then,
In the dusty ruins of my experience
That I found you.


  1. ah this is our hards moments there is hope...and in finding the other i hope that is it...i like...very nice mag...

  2. Thoughts in sync! My thoughts were 'oh this is lovely.' It is lovely!

    Anna :o]

  3. poetic and smooth word flow.


    invite you to share a Haiku or a poem of your choice to poets rally week 51 today.

    a free verse or a haiku is welcome.

    keep up the excellence!