The Glass Dancer
Lucky for us, we have been born again,
From rich moist clay and strewn love,
Each sand particle together mixed.
Sweet waltzes in a time
Dancing with vulnerable glass quarried limbs,
Blind mocking eyes cold as stone,
So harried our beginning and our end,
With so much desire and in quiet desperation,
I cut your jade wrists than mine,
My bereavement pain has not been easy.
Twice no one dies,
I wail in unhope,
A slip of the hand,
And we are together again!