The Cathedral of the Madeline
Is rather simple in beauty
Compared to other Cathedrals
From the bottom up,
But still I remember
I have been there
For someone's or another's wedding
Some time ago
And I know
That some meet that ancient light there
Ascending
To higher and higher spaces,
Like clouds move up on hot summer days.
At the top
The sky seems sculpted above me,
Above the mountain land
Open, high and steady
Moving against the pull of gravity
And I feel like a stone,
As the moon pulls against me
And I try not to notice
The climb of stars above me,
Or the pinions green spires
Below.