Reflections of Angkor Wat

And so they come

Drawn as ancients once were

To darkened site 

Of mans ambitious attempt to touch the divine.

Hushed, the sun-worshipers gather

Oblivious to the watchful moon

Cloaked in half luminescence

Silent, in amused sentry.

The faithful stand  

And await the golden brilliance of her appearance

Over the ancient monument

But the elements swart the glorious ascendance

And still the moon shines

Illuminating the backs of the disappointed throng.

The reverent mood fades

The people drift from the waters edge

Embarrassed by the primal call of the new dawn

Only the moon, once worshipped like the obscured sun

Is reflected in the deserted pool.