glass heart

Across the ground,
of a thickened forest ,
a shattered glass heart,
is bound,
In nothingness,
without sound,
Awaiting the light,
amongst the darkness,
Reflecting life upon the shards,
To ignite,
To reform,
To set ablaze the internal fires within .
Piecing together with every beam,
So this glass of love can raise,
In honour again,
And loving lives its dream.