A Dome of Glass
by @christopher-james-grossi
The closing day,
The black and white,
It fades,
Allows refracting light,
To shine anew with colors bright,
To blind and bruise metallic eyes,
The time to live has come and gone,
And come again as life moves on,
The day is running into night,
Beyond demands so imprecise,
A calm is claimed,
A balm applied,
The soul restored,
A whole contrived,
With love to live the fold unbinds,
The ribs, they rise,
The pulse subsides,
At home alast,
A dome of glass,
The world is realigned and vast,
The view is taken from inside,
A house secure and sacred.