Light & shadow
arranged to meet
in the cathedral
speaking the strange tongue
of angels & gods.
I sit there
listening to their laughter.
The cathedral
a lesson in patience
puts up
with all their shennanagins
turns a blind eye
to their
making love
in a corner.
I leave
and they are left
without witness
to their kiss
until another mind
kneels to pray.
Light and shadow in the cathedral speaking the tongue of angels and gods - you have a surpernatural rich imagination and so good own way with words....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Others may curse the darkness, or be blinded by the light...but, as always, you see the beauty of the meeting of the two, 'arranging to meet in the cathedral, speaking the strange tongue of angels and gods..., ' and, as always, you do this so well.