glass

it has a way of
shattering like dreams
at the most inopportune moments:

once as serene as the
surface of water,
now it is battered by this
familiar grief
like stones thrown
through church windows,

splintering
with the weight of our obligation,
our unique fate.

but our glass hearts are unbroken.
your eyes are bottle-clear

reflecting
the entirety of worlds
held together
by this fragile transparence.