Desert In The Moonlight Poem by leonard daranjo

Cold and forbidding
And yet inviting
The holes in silver glow
Yawn like gates to
An underworld
Invisible serpents
Large and menacing
Stand in guard
At the mysterious entrance
Which overarches centuries
My soul, caught up in a confluence
Of time gone by and time to come
Silently grasps this phenomena
In a wordless labyrinth
Of pure sensation
And arcane joy
There is something so ancient
And transcendental
Something that neither time nor technology
Can touch
Something omnipotent, something ubiquitous
Something as unchangeable
As the elements
Making me feel like a mere pawn
In a monumental game