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
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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