Stained Glass of Dreams

Small, anodyne. Conceivably forgotten
of intrinsic greatness, colours, transparencies
conceivably of angles, cohesion and nexus
of being particles, essential love geometrics
through which the light comes, in a great
stained-glass of dreams.

Small, anodyne. Conceivably amplified
in the intrinsic distortion of the opposites
of greatness, tainting colours, transparencies
nexus, conceivably angles, essentially unique
of the cohesion that forms, in love geometrics
through which the light comes, a great
stained-glass of dreams.

Small, but great, anodyne, never;
Conceivably right and yet ever seeking
the angle of cohesion, the transparent
colour, the sliver which fell, the nexus lost
conceivably found in the essence of light
that comes again, through a restored
stained-glass of dreams.

Small, never, the intrinsic design
of greater consequence, conceivably
the more the colours are emancipated
and the transparencies, the apparent nexus
of the light that comes, that is
projected through the cohesion
of a stained-glass of dreams.

Anodyne, never, the stained-glass
in the essence of diverse angles
mosaic of rare transparencies
finding the light of the whole
in the aim, immense, of the kaleidoscope
which builds, which soars the perfect
nexus, conceivably intrinsic
of the fragments.

Of them all, conceivably small
yet fundamental so that the light
may come through, coherent
in the intrinsic nexus of the great
stained-glass of dreams. Their dreams.
The dreams of us all.

© 2006 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®

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"Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight…"

Martin Luther Ling Jr.