Changing Light - Quick Pantheon Poem

The double doves of Raphael do fight.
The brick stripped of its marble stands anew.
Through eye from sky appears a round of light.
I stand upon the drain as many do.

And while a sphere of sun tracks East to West.
I let the past fall downward with the rain.
Upon the dome it lights a timeless crest.
That of who died and thrived and fell and reigned.

Yes, we can hear, through silenced ears, the sound
Of preservation, decimation, too.
We climb to peer both far and near--and down,
Feet slipping on the bronze t'was twice removed.

It's not enough to see the sky the same.
I want to see the pagan gleam again.