Awakening

To the beat of arched light,
cathedral climbs of stone
ribbed like bone,
reminisce the angels.

Blood like fire,
wings pearlescent marble,
they beat through city streets
glancing coloured prisms
from the walls.

How the architecture changes
from Roman to postmodern.
They marvel at inherent creativity,
rise beside highrise ghettos,
decadent, dishevelled, still
awakening the beating gift
of muscle beneath ribs.