Prisms

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