glass flower

a beauty so enticing
yet so frail and fragile

reaching out in yearning
wanting to know
longing to feel
just the feathery touch of a finger
but that alone might shatter the dream

facing a storm of fear and regret
she stands at a precipice
like the tear on the corner of her eye
waiting to fall but forever unable

trapped between a moment of pure bliss
and a lifetime of sadness