Steve Von Till Stained Glass
The reflection of stained glass colors your face
The light of day echoes your skin
Giving summer's beauty the rightness of warmth
These words in your mouth
Bring the sadness of a thousand winters
Confusion builds a fire
The smoke must clear to see and breathe
The magic contained in the braiding of your hair
A spirit entwined in ritual knowing
A gift, a token of the unexplained
A grief that haunts me
To the ends of my mind
Confusion builds a fire
The smoke must clear to see and breathe
