A shard of time, all metal framed,
is balanced on creation’s balcony.
A misty drifting muffles silhouettes
while melting tints cast distant alchemy
where dull light rests.
~ Ah! Here are my spectacles ~
So sharp, the garden’s harsh attack!
bright edges shouting, surge to ravish me.
The rain, awash across a flickered screen
and yet the cloudy heights merge lavishly
where dull light rests
~ Ah! Here is my spectacle ~