Cracked Glass
©June 18th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Crackled flat disc of blue glass
With a crack cutting through,
Sits on window ledge, sunlight
In its midnight heart,
And calms my sleep-weary eyes,
And makes an ocean in my mind.
Every morning, I gaze at it
And every night, it draws me.
I drink that blue, suck it thirstily,
Feel it flowing, slicing through
My vision, slipping sideways into dreams.
I love its beauty
And equally so, that crack
Cutting through, ruthless, deranged –
So very flawed, it is,
And so very perfect!
Don’t touch it!
You might cut yourself!
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