Shards Of Crystal Poem by The voice of silence .

Shards of crystal on the floor —
like stars that fell into darkness.
One could gather them, glue them anew,
but cracks cannot hide — pain and blood.

They cannot be filled with wine,
nor returned to a day gone by.
Each fissure is like a scar in the quiet,
like an echo of the past in the soul.

But know: someone will come, whose hands are fire,
who won't just glue, but melt the gift.
Won't fasten the shards — will melt them again,
so that love is reflected within them.

And the glass that was once broken
will shine, as if newly cast, —
not through cracks, but through warmth
that in your heart found the glass.