Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Window

During the entire ordeal
I could not once remove
My gaze from the stained glass
Window. Yes, I could hear
The buildings falling, I could
Feel the foundation rocking.
But...
There was just something
About how the flames shined
Through the window's holy colors.
I imagined whales swimming in the blue,
Petals, swept away by the wind, in the yellow,
Beautiful wine pouring in the red.

Then the window shattered.
The world it revealed
Was so ugly; I closed my eyes.
I waited for an end.

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