Acrostic: Cathedral

Cloisters echoing  to  the  sound  of  millions of  feet

All nationalities wondering  round  hopes  and  dreams  complete

Tinglings  through  my  soul  who has  trod  this  way before

Holy sounds  from the  naive, monks  singing behind  a  door.

Ever moving ever flowing  like  a  river  the  people tread

Dodging gravestones in the  floor, don’t  step  on the  dead

Relics  yes, in  golden caskets, fabulous  statues  to  saints

Angels fierce  with  swords resplendent in gold  leaf  and paints

Lingering  spirits of  the  past  repose  here in  the  Cathedral