Glass bends to reveal a starlet of...

Glass bends to reveal

a starlet of a tear, a bud

sheds all its color to ignite

the pure flame of itself,

sliding down

the dawn express,

the pitched motion, a snuggled curl

driven, even known.

I tried to bottle up

what was broken, jolted

by tears, I flew into a rage

then hurled into apologies,

so quickly the space between me and

you

scarred,

things we had preserved for so long,

possessing of no home,

can it be that we tried

too awfully hard to begin again?

We tried to ride the bends of the glass,

compromise, construct new roads

where we could be

with each other,

knowing the place as only we could

know it and yet

what of our divine light,

the stars setting off their sails

with blazing brilliance --

trailblazers of space,

we had lost something so sacred

in our search for ourselves,

trying to figure our the meaning

of experience.