London Russian Orthodox
Cathedral of the Dormition
of the Mother of God and
the Royal Martyrs
…
An onion dome with golden stars and cross
Still rises high above my sad blue eyes.
The eight-point shapes increase the blue, emboss
The blue and sadness—gilt forms emphasize
Them both. The color of those hopeless tiles
Does not effect protection down below,
Not in the sanctuary with its aisles,
Nor in the desecrated, dimmed down glow
That used to be my soul. I used to dream
Of him, that he and I would someday view
This church together, which would then redeem
The broken bread of love that we withdrew.
Salvation is not simple colors, though.
It fails to fight his death and its black glow.