I wonder if the stars are made of glass

Do they reflect the tears of angels?
Is that joy or sadness glistening in the heavens?

Sweet crystal silence shining in a cold night
Laying on the ground, connected somehow
Earth, air, sky, life all in each heartbeat
Breath pours out like thought
Gracing the air briefly then fading
Like shooting stars, so fleeting

The cold embrace of life

It seeps into your bones
Until you feel it in your blood
Frigid silence
The cold, lonely question mark of being
Asking you if you exist
Asking you to prove it

I wonder if the stars are made of glass
Or if I am

2:35 am
11/17/2005