Colored lights from the stained glass windows pour
Into the cathedral of which I stand in the middle of
I am a feeble ant amidst statues of ordained saints,
Staring at me with a faint smile sculpted on their face
They hold no judgement in their eyes. Just mercy.
I look up, and see a great big mosaic on the ceiling
Horses, dogs, men, women, children, the elderly...
Levitate off clouds of silver and gold like feathers
In the middle of them is a woman in blue and white,
Holding a baby with eyes that whisper, "peace".
Suddenly, my surroundings shift and move
Like the wheels behind the face of a clock
The mosaic comes to life in slow motion
The animals and people wave their arms,
Moving as if they're submerged in water.
What catches my eye is the woman and child
Now, a gold halo crowns them both like royalty
They smile down at me and hold their arms
Out to me as if they're saying, "we'll be right here"
Their message makes me shiver.
I turn my face away and shut my eyes
I wake up with a blink of an eye
What was that?
This poem is inspired by a dream I once had. It was closely related to this. It was freaky.