Luminaire

They are light-petals
as if windblown
winding down
lights dancing
on the empty floor
of the cathedral

Light-motes
green gold amethyst
floating sunlit
photovolts
of silence
on the tidal reach
of geometric marble
emptied except
for the quiet tread
of gaze-about visitors

Dappled in the confetti-
fall of lit moments
illuminating
skirt    sleeve     skin
that will go with them
from this gleam
of morning unto
the lengthening afternoon
of their pilgrimage

 

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