Paper and Glass III

 

In glass and paper's dual embrace,

A paradox of beauty's face.

A figure wrought with love and care,

Transcendent forms, yet earthly air.

In eyes of stained glass, depths profound,

The soul's abstruse terrain unbound.

Paper filigree, a cosmic dance,

Of fleeting thoughts and dalliance.

Her tresses, spun from astral hue,

Celestial winds through which they blew.

Her glassy skin, a firmament,

Where light and shadow's play is lent.

A gown of paper, ether's trace,

With glass beads, orbs of time and space.

Each fold, a cosmos yet uncharted,

A realm where life and death have parted.

Amidst the infinite she reigns,

Transcending mortal joys and pains.

In glass and paper, heaven's art,

A microcosm of the heart.

Her dance, a cosmic pirouette,

Through galaxies and time, we're whet.

In glass and paper's union bound,

The metaphysics of our ground.

In her, we glimpse Eternity,

A mirror to the mystery.

This figure, both of earth and sky,

In her embrace, our hearts untie.

For in her dance, the truth is laid,

Of mortal strife and love displayed.

In glass and paper, worlds converge,

A harmony of stars, we urge.