The Stained Glass Years

The Stained Glass Years

 Always beyond the call of sleep

A twilight cathedral

Like an ancient tapestry

Through all the stained glass years

A stroke of crimson

At the heart of the rose

Small dispossessed stars

Spiralling down

In the night time sky

Dew falls in a silent shower

Diffuses the light

Into countless reflections

Lost in the magic

Opening like flowers

Midnight blossoms

Falling into the dawn

Shimmers of mystery

Through endless parting veils

Slivers of eternity

Cascade down

Into the mirror of silence

© Ann Bagnall 2012.




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