A tear slipped down the soft face of a young girl,
Her warm blue eyes too old too soon
A stone gray wall, too cold to touch,
Built strong around wrought steel
She felt it pushing the world away.
Ivy wound around the stone, tendrils spiraled and there they froze
Something about this place was too familiar.
Hair golden and still, there was no wind.
She held her breath and listened.
A pulse slept steady beneath the soil
Silently forward she crept.
An upraised hand, curious and soft
Fingers brushed softly past the leaves
They caressed the icy stone
A light broke through just where she touched,
and through this she could see
Within the cage there grew a rose, small and sweet and true
Below the rose, a broken heart, shattered from a fall
She felt herself step forward, and did not know what she should do
She closed her eyes and kissed the wall
And whispered "I love you"
And so the wall did tumble down on the spot just where she stood
The pulse grew ever stronger now, and she stepped beneath the sky
Shards of glass and silver thorns she sat amongst, and cried
What beauty here had been before, and in the snow was left to die
She wept for all the pain that had must have been left here to hide
Her tears melted the glass and so they changed.
The shards shifted and they rearranged. She held a crystal heart in her hands. It shimmered in the midday light, but fractures still shone clear. She kissed it softly and held it close. "From now on, I will be here."