Stained Glass Eyes
There exists a thread that binds our lives
With precision it pierces inside and slides
effortlessly through souls, then perfectly ties.
Invisible, Untouchable, Indestructible
A thread, soaring in a stream of love
Arrayed in lines of blue and gray.
Today, I see with stained glass eyes a truth that can only be read in black and white.
Squinting to gain some sense of sight
A kaleidoscope kind of fight at night.
Streams of light, so bright
Ignite the plight that can't seem right.
Stacked in jewels that shimmer alone
But together, they shine in explosions of crystal color.
Alone they sparkle
But are unstoppable when united
This truth slips through stacks of colored sand
Impossible to understand.
Not planned. Pained
And it's painted in perfect brush strokes
Spoken in hugs and smiles and sighs
A truth that cries out in a language we can't translate.
But we wait.
Earth gives way to seed and grass and in time
the past is a mist in the distance
A cloud of laughter, a glance, a chance once more
for the thread to soar, or at least for peace.
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