Lady of Glass
Who is this strange lady made of glass
The wall behind her holds no answers
With its church-like window with flames of red
Have I fallen in love?
I see the red fire in her head
Her thoughts shielded from me
I see her bones
There is darkness where her heart should be
Did some evil hand steal it from her?
Could I find it, return it, make her whole?
The glass tulips splinter, lay broken on the ground
She doesn’t move, her face unchanging
My glass butterfly wears a halo of green
The last vestige of a life she once knew…