A world of glass.

A world of glass.

Splintered rainbows

Cover the spectrum

From red to violet

And yet flatter

To deceive.

With a deceptive

Fragility

So easily exposed.

An apparent strength

Never present

When stressed.

Losing transparency

When the air

Is hot and steamy.

In the breaking

It is jagged,

Roughly torn

And dangerous,

Sharply edged

Difficult to handle

Slipping

Through the fingers.

At heart,

A world of

Tears and fractures

Shards of pearled white

Icicle tears

That bleed into

The velvet.

Staining the night

With starlit crystals

And needle points.

Finely ground

Like the sand

Of an hour glass.

Formless,

Barely visible,

And never still.

A sharp liquid

With a molten sheen

Reflecting surface tension,

Splitting atoms.

A hot house

For glazed expressions,

That once sparkled

To the music

Of champagne flutes.

Candle light

And chandeliers

A window

On your soul,

A bell jar

Full of memories.

A world of glass

At heart.