Tuesday, March 24, 2009


prisms of glass
you reflect a maze of shades
variations, eschewing forms
never the same, bending norms
you hide your face
veiling your identity
shielding your eyes that I could
not see
past the mask, the wall of colors
that change indefinitely

paper thin glass like vapors
your image shatters
in the fullness light dispels
cracked and broken, blackened shells
those walls of beauty where
once you dwelled

what true form reflects on Water

the secret stillness only uncovers
your source of color

a higher plane stretches before
your feet, a road paved with
clear transparency
bathed in unrefracted light
you’ll see clearly

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