the stained glass
your shadow, numbing on the walls,
again is breaking into colorful pieces.
oh, that's why you saw me in the street
gathering it's lost squares.
and to put it back together, în the midnight hour
over the windows I carefully lay them to you
green, blue, yellow and red,
crested on the top of the head with a support.
when you would wake up, glued on the windows,
colourful glass harlequins
will let through them to fall in your arms
the sun, always on half.
