Whispers in the Temple Shadows

Ancient stones breathe secrets
in the hushed twilight,
Incense curls like memories
through pillared halls.

Bare feet pad softly
over cool, worn flagstones
Echoes of prayers long uttered
linger in darkened corners.

Flickering candlelight casts
dancing shadows on weathered walls,
Where deities slumber in niches,
their eyes half-closed, all-seeing.

Time moves differently here,
Centuries compress into moments
as whispered devotions rise
like mist in the sacred air.

Outside, the world rushes by
in a cacophony of progress,
But within these shadowed confines,
eternity holds its breath.

We are all pilgrims here,
Seeking solace, wisdom, peace
In the gentle susurration
of temple shadows.