STAINED GLASS
Reflections on consciousness, perception, and mirrors
Tinted chips in leaden panes
create silica tapestries
and mosciacs in window frames
peering though glass
sometimes it seems
the sun's rays dance
only shadows can we see
have their own sort of beauty
| Noel : |
I ain't never seen glass like dis. |
| Tara : |
Dat's kus yous lookin' outward, dude. Look inward and dare's all kinds ah sheet yawh'll see. |
| Noel : |
I'm afraid ta . . . my heart iz already stained. |
| Gwen : |
(winking) Den break dah glass. |
