A holy choir
was singing
At the birth of a
new dawning decision
Lamp lites of Gold
incense wafted
to the Heavens
I was led through
the aisles
Sacred holy smiles
Genuflecting pontific
Guilded gold
and the Echoes I remember..
Rang through my head
And then I shuddered
Just vapours..
and tracings of tigers
in the jungle..
I relized not to fret
Over castles in the air
Mountains and molehills
Looking glasses
and mirrored reflections
of all Life's torrents
and faded jaded chances..