Cathedral of Dreams

Summoned by the light
I follow in the shadow
Of the moon
Eclipsed
By the basilica
Ethereal,
Otherworldly.
Voices,
Whispers,
Murmurs,
Rise and fall,
Dip swoop,
Flutter,
Bats into the twilight.
I enter the cathedral
Of dreams.
The flagstones
Soothe my bloody feet.
The walls,
Hung with scrolls,
Of the dead
Of the dying
Of the living
Rise to a steeple
Too high to read
Yet I know
I am not among
The named
Nor of the dead
Nor of the dying
Nor of the living.
My weary eyes,
Blind with the light,
Are shut tight.
I hear myself scream
And know
I am named
On the scrolls
Of the unborn.
© Rose