Glass Shattered
Into a thousand pieces
It lay broken on the floor
Tiny reflections glisten
Casting light into broken
You can see it laying there
Waiting to be swept up
Into the dusty dust pan
To be forgotten evermore
Hidden away in a black plastic coffin
Its danger its death
Still the beauty transfixes
As you pick up the brush
Slowly, soundlessly it calls out to you
Lay broken on the floor.
