Stained Glass Poem by Phil Soar

Looking through the stained glass
I see so many colours I am blinded by them
They create their magic by being there
A mirage to the senses
A waterfall of images as beautiful as a rainbow
As delicate as satin
A stream of an ever changing palate
Washed across the page by a brush stroke
A fine line between paradise and darkness
But relaxing
And so rewarding that I feel for those who are colour blind
These sights unseen by them
I am lucky to share your light
Lucky to wonder in it
As the sun shines on you
It's rays dance through the opaque nature of your structure
You are an image of beauty
stained glass