Like glass
Not the fragile kind
But the age worn panes
Capable of curves
And human hands.
The most disciplined,
Complex elements of the earth
Still able to peer through
The distortion to see
What we want to see
And have it all come true.
Concrete blocks and alloyed metals
Stand no chance.
For this melted sand
Has endured the breath of ages.
1,000 lifetimes to make it strong
If we cling to it
It becomes a song,
And if we trust it
We can carry on.