The Cathedral
She is a cathedral
Her eyes a radiance
Her rising arches
Carry sweeping frescoes
An imaginative wink
Like a mischievous imp
She glows
Her look knows
We are one water
Oh my gentle dove
You fill my hours
Like fresh flowers
circa 1982
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