Glass Forest

Glass Forest Edward Clay Winter 1993 The translucent glass forest of rainbow, hued growths through which my mind wanders, Is bathed in filtered sunlight making its way through in colors too numerous to discern. As my spirit travels through this cathedral like place on paths only I know, Puzzling if the life here shares the wondrous quality in showing the sun’s light in permanent rainbows of color and beauty. As night falls this magical place, Having captured the sun’s light Holds it slows its fading, somehow, Passes it from one growth to another glimmering through out the night in softened values. Wind moves the trees. Cascades of crystal like sounds fill my senses soothe my spirit, Filling my very soul with what it must have to continue to create the beauty of poetry, Thus renewing the well spring that is me.