The Old Temple Comments

Chants are heard from far away sounds of ages past The scent of incese never stopped filling the space...........dark so bright...... bright darkness, chiming that only i hear....... was i really sleeping..... a very poetic poem full of imagination......... thank u dear poet. there is mystery in this poem and in the mind of the priest.......... thank u daer. tony

Interesting imagery with a string of lovely expressions. Thanks for sharing. A dark so bright / is blinding my eyes roughly awakes me / But was I / really asleep?