What Is Love?

Love is the face of a fallen angel
The breaking breath of a newborn child
In the fragile lace of a wedding dress
And the moment the morning sun smiled

I Smell The Rain

It taints the breeze from a cloud away
It darkens the skies and dulls the day
Submerges earth into an ethereal trance
The skies are spun into a violent dance

It breaks the blue and soothes the sun
It falls the world into a stun
The early breath of morning's wake
Brings the hues the solemn clouds forsake

Stained Glass Windows

Shattered glass stained
Into a perfect picture
Coloured pieces paned
Painted into the future

They blend into a fantasy
Of an artist's impression
The drained dream of reality
A beautiful confession

We taint our hearts with
Open lies, darkened shadows
Still we stare through
Our stained glass windows