The Glass Universe

The Glass Universe

Inside this glass

a world turns slow,

with golden sparks

and drifting stars.

A tiny moon

floats near a sun,

a steady glow

that never fades.

The sphere holds dreams

and quiet hopes,

soft shifting thoughts

that circle light.

I watch it spin

within the glass,

a fragile world

in gentle hands.

Its glitter falls

like scattered time,

like lost pieces

found again.

It hums with life

with distant breath,

with songs that drift

from far away.

I lean in close

to catch its shine

to feel it stir

inside my chest.

A universe

held deep within,

a glowing orb

that reads my heart.