blown glass <br /> <br /> <br />created from fire <br />born in heat from pieces of earth <br />molded by blocks <br />spinning in embers <br />I glow <br />I radiate <br />waiting for the breath of life <br />expanding orange <br />swirling red <br />hot <br />I need more <br />I desire more <br />I want more <br />fill me till I am stretched thin <br />delicate, <br />but hardened by that which surrounds me. <br />colors swirl, cooling <br />muted by life <br />by time. <br />Patience my love <br />it will become clear. <br />cast aside to temper <br />I am fragile <br />touch me <br />I mold to you <br />press me tightly <br />I shatter. <br />returned from whence I came.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blown-glass/
