Glass eyes
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Bianca Butler, Grade 12
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Poetry
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2006
One tiny prism hangs over my bed
And when the rain falls I’m covered in its blues and reds
It’s the mirror of tears that swim in my head
As I lie here and think over all I have said
It falls in its solitude, dew just like me
My glass eyes reflect the deep, welling scene
I turn and I whisper, I huddle and breathe
Fathoming all that it is, only ever a dream
I told you a story, murmured in my thoughts
Wishing somehow their message was the truth to be caught
So hard to let go of what hopefulness taught
To farewell the answer my loneliness sought
Suspended in symphony, melancholic chord
Twisting in cycles uncertain of forwards
Lost in the lacing of sky tears that fall
Held by one love raining over it all