Raging rains across the sky
Have kept me by the fireside
To wonder, "If the mind is glass,
Then can I steal it's soul to fly?"

For flying rings the heavens tore
Cost a couple hundred more.
If he would glance an eye of glass
Then I could send his heart asoar.

To no avail, and end the fight?
Or know a veil, and end the flight?
But, e're my soul, a shard of glass
Cannot tell either one by sight.

Just hold me now, to let me die
And nevermore to hold the why,
"Why, if his heart were made of glass
Then he most surely would be mine."
 

~Jan Brian Vis