The Old Cathedral
Violet light filters through cracks in the stained glass florets,
shining in broken segments over the ashen pews;
shadows dance to and fro across the altar.
A beauty of abandonment resides in the scene:
in the wooden floor panels, coated thickly with dust,
the intricate murals displayed on the vaulted ceiling, dulled with age.
It holds a haunting silence, broken on occasion
by the flapping wings of pigeons, the meowing of alleycats,
or the creaking of the stairwell as the ghosts of children play.
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