GLASS
Glimmering in the sunshine
Elusive as a ghost
Cherry red and glorious
Fine grains of sand
Filtered, fired washed to nothingness
Stretched like some magnificent toffee
Endlessly tapering to a drizzling tail
A globe crimson Autumn
Viewed in a swirling mass of colour
A vision of transparency
Solid molten fire
Always moving, always changing
Showing me the world through
The lens of somebody's creation