Halo Spirit

The wind was my enemy.
I did not realize it until now, here far beyond the polar circle.
Canal winds felt so gentle.
How could wind push down a structure made of stone?
I did know, though, that the flying buttresses were too thin.
Choir vaulting came down –84.
I tried to fix the weaknesses with iron rods.
If it helped, I don’t know, because I could no longer
stand the situation.
Stones were too heavy, vault was too high.
How could we buid a heaven with stone?

The wind is not my enemy anymore.
In this airy cathedral of Space it blows tiny icicles through the vault of sky.
And what becomes of that glass made of water, as if it was water straight
From Holy Grail?
No stained glass could represent this.
No master could build this frame.
Dark blue mantle of my empress,
Gold, purple and red.
You monster of stone,
I do not haunt you anymore.