Cathedral

Please break the silence

and not the glass that is me.

Running away, I find it...

The House of God.

She, my friend, sits and smiles.

Smiles and sits in clad black attire,

knows that my situation is dire.

Will she let me in?

Arose from her seat, non-chalant and silent,

the petals then fell.

Down the aisle we walked, and I saw him.

He looked in, but I didn't look out.

My escape was my desire.

When I look back, it just fuels that fire.

I was into a room and that's where I hide.

My knees fold to my chest and then I wake,

unsure what happened after.

May my beloved raven be safe in the dream.