Beyond The Cathedral Poem by Pamela Storch

On a rooftop terrace,
Spire seen across the street,
A city sky-scape magical,
Blue canvas, buildings meet,

For right across the distance,
Not quite seen from broader view,
The smaller domes stand in between,
There's one, another, two,

The sound of the cathedral,
Chimes the pulsing of the clock,
The hour is decided,
By the ticking and the tock,

Yet is the clock connected,
To the rhythms of the sea?
What happens to the chiming,
When the time's eternity?