That glass you raise, that praise you shower free
will crack and tumble weather-beaten, fade
as crystal ground to sand returned to sea.

From minds as fused as glass, we disagree
now for the sport. Today we'd tiredly trade
that glass you raise, that praise you shower free

for grass securely planted. Whether we
accede or not, new breakers gnaw the glade
as crystal ground to sand returned to sea.

A tone once clinging true can scarcely be
sustainable in salt. Their song's been played,
that glass you raise, that praise you shower free.

We'll pour the wine, cavort in company
two rooms apart, joy plastered over jade
as crystal ground to sand returned to sea.

We'll stand apart together. You'll not see
the remnant patchwork failures, how we slayed
that glass you raise, that praise you shower free
as crystal ground to sand returned to sea.

 
 
April 2009