The light dances through the pane
Floods the room and reflects again
Transmitting, like a poetic refrain
It mingles, splits and dissolves again
The merging colours, that stand out
Are from a spectrum, that no doubt
Are wafting around the makers brain
Where the design of cut glass , are free to rein
A material that is robust ,yet brittle
Cut to window frames , that will fit all
From wood to plastic, and metal crittall
But give it a tap and you will whistle
At the gaping hole, that’ll make you bristle
You see, the fact is it’s a pile of sand
Silicon dioxide, heated to expand
Then merged in its molten form
To a glass, with colours to make it warm
And glow to the flash of a lightening storm
With the copper tape and lead betwixt
The coloured jigsaw is trimmed and fixed
But when the sun catches the glass
The blues and greens and dazzling tones
Blend and twinkle like precious stones
The artist vision is now complete
With all the colours of a parakeet
This amorphous solid is never set
It moves around, but better yet
With age it brings some changing hues
And beauty that you cannot choose