Halls of the Dark Muse

Stained Glass

Beneath this layer of dust
there still lives a heart
faintly beating, not wholly
forgotten

Still in the fading light
a breath is caught
when the eyes are awakened
to what may again be wrought

It begins only as a faint
glimmer, something yet left
to catch the descending
rays

Illuminating, slowly dancing
across strands of spun spider
webs, colors thought to have
dulled are quickened with
new found life

Watch as it begins to unfold
gently at first, but than
subliminal, such vibrancy
it may have only just been
set

So these old buildings sit
forsaken, left to rot and mold
while within they hide their secrets
with no one to witness

A window that is the soul
awakens the gloom
painted anew each morning
by a stroke of the sun
to glow with what only they
know.