Stained Glass - Bruce Cockburn

    small windows
    looking outward
    show me a sequined sky.
    rubies shine in my glass of wine.

    dusk breezes
    on oiled water
    paint a pointillist facade.
    it's ceaselessly shifting world --

    like today i'm far away.
    i see your face behind each time-blurred pane.

    strings vibrate
    music leaps out
    in a shimmering intrigue.
    words unsaid whirl away like dust

    from the sidewalk-sweeper's broom.
    across a fold in space you touch my hand.

    (London, Eng. -- 16/6/73)


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