Pause, and calmly think on that.
Prisms reveal a rainbow of coloured light when placed in the path of white light. The prism lens shows us the multi-coloured light that was there all along. Looking at the bands of colours can tell us something about the original light and tracing the colours back through the prism can tell us something about the source. Prisms, then, can be seen as a lens for interpreting light and source.
In the dark I can see, reflected, weaving and waving, in this blessed early morning moment, the firelight in your eyes. Your lips, full, pained, hurt, whisper out an injured stream, while I memorize your eyes, and the mirrored flame of your soul. And I am struck dumb, feeble words wretch forth, anguished to see…
Silver Chair, how I hate you! You’re always there, lurking, at the end of every good thing! (Stealing away every pleasure!) Silver Chair, how I hate your lies! You tell me all this wasn’t, while all the while I know it was! It was! (You took it away!) Temptation, come my way! Lured and trapped,…
In this picture, rustic wood framed, there walk one set of steps, with unsure aim. Within crafted wood, blue can be seen nearly filling the place, cold, sad, serene.