by Sheree Zielke

Created on: April 02, 2009

Spirit of the Glass

Something tapped, and something cracked,
Aroused me from my sleep,
A shadow slipped beneath my gaze,
I heard somebody weep.

Again the tap, again the crack,
This time a sainted sigh,
I thought you'd never come, it said,
I've waited all my life.

Something moaned, and something gasped,
I saw a vision rise,
Embedded neath the silvery sheen,
And then, I saw the eyes.

Sadness swam in coppery depths,
A yearning leapt between,
No mouth, no smile, no tender touch,
Unseen, unseen, unseen.

My fingers trailed the liquid face,
A trembling shook the mass,
You'll never be alone, I said,
My enigma of the glass.

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