Stained Glass

My past

Looking back 

Is depicted

In stain glass

A narrative 

Of a time

When a piece of the world

Was mine

I sigh

Because it’s gone

My young, glass figure

Dances to a song

It’s a memory

In my mind

Where translucent colors

brightly light shine

Blues, reds, 

greens, and yellows

All pieced together

And lined in gold

I smile 

And cry

For my past life

Is frozen in time

Never to return

Only to be seen

When I turn around

Or if I dream