How many buildings have seen you
the way I've seen you? Do palaces view
your golden crown? Do churches
behold the glittering diamond
above your head? Do skyscrapers
know your ladder to the eternal? Have
observatories observed your sun? Do
studios capture the rainbow flowers
of your aura, the soft pink
of your heart? Do stores order
your golden cups and plates
or your pure white tablecloths?
Do doctors' offices examine
your golden caduceus or the light
of your sword? Have any
work spaces ever noticed
your golden, equal-armed cross
or the golden threads of your voice?
Have any, any at all, glimpsedyour eye that somehow sees me?