plead the fleeting moment to remain

there is just this silent beauty and granduer about the old churches that ones words can never seem to describe
because they just never seem to capture the essence of the emotion
i was glad to be back today
walking hesitantly down the long tiled asile that has probably seen about a million soles
having countless eyes look affectionately down on me from their pedestals high above
- their colour seems richer and deeper than i last remembered.
new paint job and i missed that old rustic ancient beauty bordering on dereliction
the marble altar gleaming in the distance
and the stained glass in all its brilliance was simply breath taking
but perhaps what touched my heart the most
was the peace tranquility and security of the moment
of know that i was indeed home.

in your world of girlish laughter, fast cars, the open night air and cigarette smoke...i guess i really do not exist