"Note #7"

Shattering, pattering glass,

(The colorfully mocking glass).

With panes aside and space beyond,

Light within the air beyond,

Do the shards fall quickly there,

Where they may and where they are.

The rest is near and far,

For shards in shadow,

The end is far and yet,

Sharply through the air the colors cut,

As colors seem to do,

Through the night.