Made of Glass

Reach through me

I am your window to the divine

See through me

While I bring your light online

See yourself in me

While I reflect and shine

Become godly

While I worship at your shrine

Step into me

I am your door to the sublime

Become me

While I fade away in time…

Was she

An echo, a dream, A memory?

Was she

a place I have been?

Are my holes not holy?

Did she fill me solely?

Did I drink too deeply from her well?

Not see her soul was where the water dwelled?