The Dreamer's Lens

I write my lines
With many pens
I think my thoughts
Through a shattered lens

One glass shard resting in peace
Another in a fire of passion in flight
One laying next to a burnt out candle
In a room on a cold and black midnight

Another peice which I look through
Is floating about where the stars will snow
Reflecting back on the paper I write
From forever away, a cosmic rainbow

And with all the sight
This glass can see
My ideas and thoughs
Finally start to be

And I go to sleep;
Good dreams stain my pens
As I continue to explore
My dreamer's lens