The Dream Poem by Robert Glass

A light,
Through the stain glass windows
Of my soul,
Not only bathes me,
But pierces me -
Heightening the nocturnal senses,
Transcending the prism
Of memories, thought,
And innovation
Into a seamless, unflawed knowledge...
And every imperfection
Is smoothed away -
All the unknowing and doubt -
Till harmony's clean brilliance
Creates a spanning rainbow
Of majesty.
And then
The infinitesimal moment is shattered
into jagged,
Many-colored fragments,
Tearing away
The fabric of the dream.