Time flows like glass fragile and clear
Each touch leaves marks that time wont smear
Dawns first light reflects on its edge
Carving the world into a delicate pledge
Shards of glass scatter gleaming and bright
Each a fragment of lost days and nights
Some are gathered cherished like gold
Others dissolve into stories untold
The glass does not break without leaving art
Its cracks are lines drawn across the heart
What was shattered can still hold grace
A mosaic of moments in times embrace
Handle life like glass with tender care
Its beauty lies in the marks it dares to bear
When sunlight pours through its fractured frame
Even broken pieces whisper your name