Glass

I saw His face, reflected upon an approaching wave
But on grasping,
All I gathered was a fist full of sand--and His watery shadow had drowned in the tide
 
Naturally, I despaired.

So I flew up to the wind
Evaporating in a twisting gyre;
I were reduced to a strobing splash
As to mirror His glory on the sun's lashes
Like a limitless ocean captured in a tear
 
Oh, I saw Her face behind a window
But when I broke through,
Only glossy shattered pebbles emerged to slash my crevices
And Her impression vanished into my bleeding precipitation
 
Of course, I felt wicked
  
So I went to the glass-blower
There, I was expanded till I became a silk sheet
Worthy to represent Her beauty
As a selfless spirit void of all modalities