Spiritual

In the scene 
The glinting of the Cathedral glass 
Bombards the Eye with acute sharpness 
It is not boisterous at all by nature 
For nothing shines like light does 
And so it can not help but to stand out 
In or against any form or type of canvas 
For many lovely mornings are made within 
The indescribable shapes which define us 
Where within the deepest parts of us swim 
To describe the feeling of going on in 
Ripping your head out of the water 
And into the memories

Creating a Bright Morning