In temples of light
And courageous delight
The essence of thoughts
And the presence of merit
Were touched by the shadows
Of glimmering sights,
Were brought to a world
So immeasured.
The mystery of
Those emerging techniques,
As long as papyrus, as light as a feather -
It was so immense, so eternal yet bleak,
It was like a bridge
Above rivers and meadows.
Flirtatious and long were those cinnamon nights,
Immersive and dim were the wings above rooftops -
Tremendous and warm, with all columns alight
Were shrines overcoming a silence so ruthless.
