Tuesday, April 2, 2013

The Crossing


In dreams
        I walk on water

Fingers outstretched
       To the edge of the world

For once, I emerge from the picture
       Frozen in yellows and reds

A tainted faith
       Leaves a stained-glass salvation

As trembling hands leave
       Cathedrals in their wake



Originally published in Spring 2013 issue of The Germ

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