Dome

I glimpse heaven
as I gaze at the painted pocket,
a canopy between sky and treasure.
A perfect circle
encloses a multicoloured masterpiece,
a morsel of the artist's dreamscape.
Your light shines through
and touches the gilding
around this hollow space,
igniting the window frames,
illuminating the angles,
bathing carved marble.
I touch your hand,
mirroring the angels above us,
as divine whispers
fill the silence.