POEM - St. Basil’s Cathedral

At St. Basil’s Cathedral

The weather blows cold and clear

And the morning dawns

Not as silent as the day before

But there is stillness here

St. Basil’s Cathedral is shining

Colors bright in the first sun

As streaming colors gather

Obscuring the ground

As viewed from by the ancient raven

Perched atop the twisting tower

From St. Basil’s Cathedral

The landscape falls away

And the stained glass eyes

Can see the crush of Anarchists

Crossing the bridge

Wrapped in wool and protest

It is a beautiful sight

From a distance

And among the crowds

They are happy

This is a peaceful protest

In the shadows of St. Basil’s Cathedral

The young rebel returns

She has left the marches

From the bridge she saw the holy structure

And in the warm light of dawn

Something caught her eye

And today she entered the doors

Touched the stone feet of apostles

Sat in the benches

Watched the flicker of candles

Symbol of earlier victories

Far away from St. Basil’s Cathedral

The former anarchist joins her friends

She found something bright just now

No longer looking to the flag

That is waved ahead of the ranks

And the trees have never looked so nice

Nor the air smelled quite so important