me and my dream (cathedral scene)

[Mr. O]

Peaceful as it may sound, I can feel the air breathing
into my life with sense of renewal and receiving.
The sky brightens everyday with a purpose.
I don't understand why it makes me nervous.
As I stand tall with my ponderous belief in him,
the ground shakens with joy from taking my sin.
I don't really know why I was born to be raised,
in a way that I made the lord feel disgraced.
I'm nothing but a statue which was placed on his shelf,
where many others of me were crying for his help.
As each minute passes, I can see different scenery
which made me realise that his love is pure and fidelity.
When I open my eyes, I was at the front of the cathedral where silent resides.
As I walked inside, the candles of peace grows with love the brights.
I can hear the silent music of the spiritual of my memories....
To my right, I can smell the painting of fruit and it's really cherry.
The floor that I'm standing shows my true selfness,
as I walk each step toward the cross, I do not feel helpless.
I can feel the strong and justice within me...
it could of been fallible, however, something gave me liberty
to speak from my own, to express what I really feel...
and determine what's false and real.
This cathedral, the size of a true palace,
is governed by the king that fends off the malice.
As I climb up to musty library section,
the statues of the last salvation were perfected with his affection.
A man statue sitting down on a cranky chair,
with a perky beard looks very bright and fair.
It seems he looks happy from what he was reading.
Strangely enough, I can feel his lively breathing....

(to be continue).