Palmyra

Shattered stones lie at my feet
Fragmented fresco's,
Bull heads, Eagles and Laurel leaf
Lonely upright pillars
Sentinels saluting eons
All crumbling to dust

Skin and bone worn paving stones
Stepping out their romantic motif
Blood stained ruins bleached white
Magnificent in there ruination

Toga clad figures instep beside me
Their breath on my extremities
Voices echoing on the breeze
Whispering tales of war and woe
Love and pain
Toga clad maidens scholars of the senate abate
Their fingers caress the tendrils of my mind

Realization interrupts my meditation
Time stained mosaics dissipate, slip from my thoughts
Forever out of reach
Once more they glance in my direction
Before turning away in contemplation

Come, feel their Fingertips on the stone
Still warm from their touch
It imprints my being, carry it still
They leave me to my reflection
Yet i feel them still