Poem 24

To walk beneath this weathered arch
and see what lies before me,
No longer crumbled sun bleached ruins,
These walls have taken shape yet again.
I never could really see what was really here,
Heaps and piles of ancient brick and mortar
Scattered precisely where they fell.
They’ve been reborn and been rebuilt,
all for only my eyes to see.
This ancient fantasy, come to life,
vibrant in my soul.

©Y.E.S 2014

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