She cuts the blue glass clean
Copper foil holds the seam
Roots break up the concrete walk
Sunlight falls on dusty chalk
Lead lines map the holy dark
Solder smells like ocean air
Her hum calls up the morning tide
Colors wake in her rough hands
Light breaks through the leaded glass
Red and gold on garden grass
She sings low like foghorns do
Saint of shards and broken blue
Soldering iron cools on brick
Flux smoke rises thin and quick
Bees investigate the bloom
Wings catch fire in the gloom
Lead lines map the holy dark
Solder smells like ocean air
Her hum calls up the morning tide
Colors wake in her rough hands
Light breaks through the leaded glass
Red and gold on garden grass
She sings low like foghorns do
Saint of shards and broken blue
Apprentice brings the tea in tin
Watches how the colors bend
Master pauses, wipes her chin
Light becomes her only friend
Storm comes up the harbor road
Rain hammers on the skylight panes
She works through thunder, works through cold
Glass holds firm what glue retains
Light breaks through the leaded glass
Red and gold on garden grass
She sings low like foghorns do
Saint of shards and broken blue
Evening folds the garden in
Moths beat wings on glowing panes
She sets the last saint's glassy skin
Lead lines bloom in midnight rains
Light breaks through the leaded glass
Red and gold on garden grass
She sings low like foghorns do
Saint of shards and broken blue
Lead lines bloom in midnight rains
Piano hums low tide
Brush snare sweeps the porch
Light breaks through
