Petals of Stained Glass by Bobbi Sinha Morey

 Petals of Stained Glass

I travel worlds to flee far away
from my memories, and I dream
forward, rushing faster than I can
breathe, petals of stained glass
melting before me in a stream,
the autumn of my years just as
bright as it is today, and I revel
in the morning light, lifted from
the blemished past, a cerulean
glow inside my heart I captured
from the sky and sun.