Cathedral of Spirits
(jann castor 25th of september, 2000)
There was no sand, no ice, no time.
Yet she built a castle
At least it seemed like it when it caught my eye!
She broke down after she brought it into being.
" I dance to good times
She put a new dress on
Her Citadel lit up with dancers and singers
Paper and glue turned into granite and marble
I stood in awe spilling wine from my glass,
"The smallest of dreams could turn into Coliseum.
The Kings and the Queens remained silent
We create and discover.
copyright Jann C. Castor © 2002