The Palace

By christiancometa

Thu, 07 Jul 2011

4 comments

Cavernous depths leading to the top,
So easy to get lost in,
There, still.
A stable landmark,
Becomes a friend,
A beacon.

All seeing, remembering when we sat
and walked and ran.

Part of what I call home,
Never changing.

Lights are always on.

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Thu, 2011-07-07 18:44

A gem this one, christian, in my book at least. Less if often more, as you demonstrate so skilfully with this poem. Tina

Permalink Submitted by fatboy74 on Fri, 2011-07-08 11:25

I really like this. :-)

Permalink Submitted by the unfolding head on Sat, 2011-07-09 14:53

beautiful

ddf

Permalink Submitted by MaggieG on Thu, 2011-09-01 21:34

This is simply lovely Enjoyed reading :)