A Wish for a Wonder

The Gothic beauties that engulf my mind

Create a sensation within my soul--

Such is the feeling of flying far East.

Elongated and sinister is the

Very architecture of His people.

I see only images and movies

Yet my heart thinks I am there. What I would

Give to soar with the heights and stand in the

Galleries; curl into a ball at the

Altar and stare up into the apse. I

See myself swaying precariously

Along the buttresses at flight, tracing

The ribs with a lick of my finger. I

Wish to climb to the roofs and spread my wings

To taste some of the European air.

How sad it would seem, to not once partake

Of this exciting thrill I imagine

To experience, and never once walk

Amongst the admirers like myself.

How pathetic it may be, to never

Kiss my beloved whilst twisted in vines.

Why should I never lay my eyes on the

Sparkling glass of many colors and not

Ooh and ahh? To think if I were to guess

How the thin arches held such weighted stone;

And wonder how men reached heights of fiction

during their age. Balance and wonder rests

Within the spacious lofts of these finely

Crafted Cathedrals I will one day greet.