Transformations

No words do justice

to what is felt inside

images - forms - colours

landscapes

of eternal lives

heavy hearted

but it is through the joy

I get there

I sense - I know

deep felt sadness

and satisfying joy

I leave the sorrows 

at the feet of the

cathedral

its chambers take care

of the need to die

of the need to understand

illuminate those

wretched souls

of the putrified mess

illuminate those hearts

and throw the cloak

of love across the 

lands

we shall meet again

brothers in arms

sisters of earthen seeds

we shall