How long, how long will the painted rainbows fall
In shattered panes around the teardrop splash?
The stained glass once arched above the room
In a dome that had no ending,
and yet was not a sphere.
They were children throwing rocks into the sky,
They were old enough to know so much better.
One rock flew astray into the domed earth
The plates shattered, spun apart
Pieces floated on the sea.
Adrift, Adrift, how long will we be adrift,
Clutching at our islands as we ride the teardrop splash,
Searching for the fading stripes across the sky,
Those shattered, still reminders
Of a whole, sparkling dome.