| Stained Glass |
| Within a quiet splendor I watch you from afar. I stand, shimmering coldly in my starlight robes and silver stave; in total contradiction, I'm infused with sunlight. I am the magnificent Untouchable. Damned to be the admissable one. Admissable. I have been that way my whole time on earth. Invisible. The world passes around me and through me. The world filters through me just as it does the stained glass window of the beautiful Joan of Arc. And from the same restricting frame that keeps me from a wild and vicious flight, my eyes focus, as they always do, on my "one" out of the sad congregation that worships mindlessly. For that is all I can do. Watch. And listen. And wait to be shattered, by some lucky stone perhaps. I could fall in love with you, if I could only know you. If I could somehow escape the lead and glass. It's no wonder that statues cry tears of blood. -end (June 14th 2001) |