19 Sep

“Oh dear brick, I envy your solidity, I envy your enormity.  I am simple glass, plain, as though not even there, noticeable only when a stain covers my single surface.  I can not even be near you.  I can barely touch you through these metal brackets.  I can only faintly feel your warmth; only hear a weary whisper of your age old stories.  Curse these metal cuffs that bind my heart from yours, curse them for keeping me forever gone from you. You who have stood for thousands of years, as strong now as then, but I am weak and brittle, ephemeral by comparison.  I will fall before you, I will break.”

“My sweet sweet glass, do not be so sad for there is indeed so much to you.  Thin you may be, perceived by some, but large and tall I call you now.  You curse these cuffs, but I love them so.  For they are how I know you well.  They are gentle kisses in which you send, to warm my cold and hardened skin.  If only in the form of  whisper, they are still the bridges for my words to be heard.  You say you are not seen, but when the earth cries you transform into motioned music.  When the earth shines you sing sonnets on my stage.  You say you will break, you say you will fall, but in the end we all shall fall.  For now, my sweet glass, live, for you stand tall.  For now, sing out, for you are who you are.  Be with me for now my sweet glass, be with me in joy.”