FAITH NEVER LOST

Amidst the ruins
Circled in mist
Deep are the whispers
That tender lips kissed
The mountain at sunset
Clouds for a peak
The old throne where
Gods once did speak.

So deep within dream
A lonely soul rests
From its wandering journey
In empty pockets kept
The memories of twilight
A cushion to lay
Its weary body
The end of the day.

The vines now to cover
Each temple and mound
Where prayers still are heard
In vibrating sound
Mixed with the breeze
The sandy soil crossed
Over the ruins
Its faith never lost.