This is a birthday present for a very dear friend of mine.

fall towards the sun amidst a gentle breeze, and as you near the arid star, reach out your hand to grasp its warmth, the limitations of the sphere reclining as it succumbs to your immaculate gravity - clasp the molten fire, the spark that echoes the colours of your soul, in delicate glass, decorated with the fragility of Time and her widowed eyes, eyes that hath seen the potential of the moon and stars, eyes that can no longer return to the glory of the life sustaining light after having witnessed a greater glory beyond that of what was always known. clasp the beauty with her eyes, and gaze into the relentless beam of the moon, gaze and sigh in wonder, and relish the company of Time as she weeps into your palm from the beauty of what your heart emanates.