A silent ache, a trembling droplet blears
The vision of my vacant, brimming eye.
Color melts with color, drips, and smears
A stained glass world, washed and splashed awry,
And falls among the thousand watery tears
That tumble from a weary, weeping sky.
Then in a trice, one captive shaft of light
Bursts from the prism of one raindrop’s bight
The vision of my vacant, brimming eye.
Color melts with color, drips, and smears
A stained glass world, washed and splashed awry,
And falls among the thousand watery tears
That tumble from a weary, weeping sky.
Then in a trice, one captive shaft of light
Bursts from the prism of one raindrop’s bight
And shattered hues of joy illume the night.
