Sunlight on stone,
fading,
a royal carpet of vermillion,
lighting the wind’s way
into the
empty chamber
to swirl the
thick dust.
We no longer pray here,
but the
spirits
still come.
© Alfred W. Smith Jr.
Temple of the Wind
Sunlight on stone,
fading,
a royal carpet of vermillion,
lighting the wind’s way
into the
empty chamber
to swirl the
thick dust.
We no longer pray here,
but the
spirits
still come.
© Alfred W. Smith Jr.
Beyond Panic 
Lovely shot, lovely thoughts. nice combo
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Thank you. It was close to what I had in mind for the image when I first thought of it. I like that name, Asariel. Where’s it from?
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Asariel is an angel. It’s a bit of an inside joke with a friend to refer to me as his muse.
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I like it. It’s a bit more lyrical than just ‘Ariel’. Thanks again for reading, and commenting.
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