The way down to heaven

No sooner met but they looked, no sooner looked but they loved, no sooner loved but they sighed, no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason. ~ Willian Shakespeare

The Architecture Of Sighs

Space about space, perhaps a single stone of breath,
rooted among the vanished places that last as long as
the longing does. One might go off to seek them out
only to find an emptiness enduring, a void reverberating,
fit only for the building of what a moment allows to last.

We place windows high in a register of reaches, where
the light can pour in to lift out song choired by lovers
engaged in a silent music only a bedchamber can hear.
In this way are sensual arches seen, balustrades coiled
along staircases that reach all the way down to Heaven.

Joseph Gallo
February 18, 2013