Cathedral

Above, below, the deepest blues surround my berth. The capsule is complete and gently sways, The deep silence now inducing sleep. Voices from the past stand sentinel In that vast bell muted by slow sound. This is my cathedral where profound peace Engenders song and images in sharply Focused dreams. It seems appropriate That the gently lapping waves enhance The flow of words that tumble out Like happy children on the last day of term. Who would curb their singing? Too long have I denied my inner being.