Stained Glass

August 3, 2010

Foiling
visuals of my mind,
moving pictures of my heart,
the virtual reality of my spirit;
solidifying divine revelation
with rust and sand and lead;
expounding liquid dreams
by fusing concrete realities,
hardened adjectives
for pools of light

unable to penetrate,
because the Windex isn't working
on the stained glass
darkened glass
glassy eyed
window of your soul.