Sticks and Stones

If you are cathedral of consecration I'm the voluminous chime summoning souls If you are the moonglade mountain peak I'm the fedora of snow atop you If you are the bantam flame of hope I'm the mammoth lantern you sit in If you are the magnificent crown of laurel I'm the koh-i-noor glowing your majesty If you are the whorly petals of the gypsy-sue I'm the daggerlike thorns of flaw If you are the bard of the Zambezi I'm the first sonnet of your anthology If you are the mythical firebird I'm the scarlet embers of reincarnation If you are the forsaken pirate ship I'm the glubs of your drowning If you are the ancient persian pearl I'm the millions carats speaking your worth If you are the sacred vial of eternity I'm the gluck to the kingdom come If you are cathedral of consecration I'm the open arms of the door of mercy