The Long Way Down

The Cathedral

The cathedral stood tall, magnificent, beautiful.
He took my hand and told me to venture out with him;
To go with him.
We walked to the old church, on the path once beaten.
We gazed at the artistry that was clearly shown in the art on the walls.
He told me,
"It's beautiful.."
Even with years of fading light,
etched words in the seats,
A heavy layer of dust covering everything but him.
His smile lit up the cathedral as he read,
"The light poured in from above through the stained glass, contrasting with the brightest of all,"
He let go of my hand and ran off, laughing like a child.
I ran after him laughing along.
We ran around for hours;
Passing the time reading the sonnets etched on the seats,
Admiring the art on the walls,
Talking to one another.
The old cathedral stood tall, magnificent, beautiful.
But the memories we made,
Is what will keep this old place alive.