I Wish to be Seen and It Won’t See Me

Here in the sight of splendor, 

of golden stone

of flying buttresses and of diamonds,
where kings have slept, and played, and dreamed,


here I stand and find it untouched.
I am an outsider, and it is aloof.
If I touch the glass, 
it will not shatter, 
and if it does, 
no one will blame 
me.


Oh to be visible, oh to be tangible!
To know that I, little I, will leave a mark upon the world.
Too much to hope then,
that I will be remembered someday for the 
eyes that see and fingers that know.
Too much to hope without possessing that splendor,
those 
kingly 
dreams.

Chambord's Beautiful Details, a photo by Samantha Decker on Flickr.