Glass House

No, you're not crying
Some ash in your eye
Floating down like snowflakes
From the smoke-black sky

Snowflake ash
Float to the ground
Air so thick
Can't make a sound

Trying to find the reason
The reason for the smoke
You'd run to find the problem
But running would make you choke

You walk your way
Trough a grey ghost town
Last house on the street
Glass house burning down

You think this is bad?
The house has long been broken
Little cracks and shattered dreams
Love poems that aren't spoken

Etched into the glass
Another sad love poem
Written by the poet
Who calls this glass house home

Living in a glass house
nothing you can hide
All your burning feelings
Burning up inside

Poet's eyes seem distant
Seems like they're in space
Smile curls to his lips
Glass home burns before his face

Poet finds a nail
Walks toward the glass
Takes a step into the house
Through his poetic past

Poet has a nail
And through the darkest black
You hear the sound of nail on glass
You hear the glass begin to crack

Poet's writing a poem
Into his glass wall
Tears rolling down his smiling face
As he let his nail fall

You want to read his poem
Glass walls you can see though
Standing before his three word poem
Three words, "I love you"

You know the poet
His dead eyes are now here
You now see your love
And your love is near

Poet holds a gun to the house
One shot in the night
Glass house shatters, dancing shards
Crystal snowflakes in the night

You squeeze shut your eyes
And release a scream
Poet holds you, he's by your side
It was all a dream

Holding you in his arms
As tears roll down your face
Your bed, your poet, your glass room
You have found your place

And now this poem closes
Closes with your eyes
Gentle kiss on dreaming lips
Clears up smoke filled skies

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. ~Plato