Fascination

So beautiful is the illusion

Why should one wish for the real ?

Elements forever in commotion,

Repelling or attracting,

Have no choice but to create.

Where parallels join,beyond the horizon,

Infinite triangles irradiate.

And,in the cathedral,

Caught in the rose window’s tractor beam,

You automatically start walking

Eastwards,into sunrise,

Anchored yet free…

Fire,earth,air and water

Combine in the glass,

Colours changing ceaselessly ;

This world which you must leave

Is fascination.