Stained Glass

The reflection of stained glass colors your face

The light of day echoes your skin

Giving summer's beauty, the rightness of warmth

These words in your mouth

Bring the sadness of a thousand winters

Confusion builds a fire

The smoke must clear to see and breathe

The magic contained in the braiding of your hair

A spirit entwined in ritual knowing

A gift, a token of the unexplained

A grief that haunts me

To the ends of my mind

Confusion builds a fire

The smoke must clear to see and breathe