Silent Domes

the sweetness of light

shining on glass

as in silent domes

and ancient monasteries

the jingling stillness of voiceless prayers

vibrating in the light

these memories inhabit the air

that I breathe

our wor1d

cosmic as the unexplored regions of space

whirling with music

in silence whirling

into dust

and flames

and dust again

utters and re-utters

Thy Name O Lord