The Glass Virgin,(poem) please read looking forC&C

Lou.m

Hi, Just wondering if you might read this and tell me what you think and feel thats if you think or feel anything about it.It is quite long so thank you for reading it. I apologize for spelling mistakes, typos and grammar. Plus i know it is one long verse and i should do something about that but hey. I wrote it maybe about two years ago maybe more. Please post and tell me what you think. Thanks

THE GLASS VIRGIN.

With the sun light through,
With nothing departed into darkness,
No deep wound nor shall there ever be,
A creature of purest crystal.
That which you can not see through.
To look is only to see your own reflection,
In the image of your own mind, your own world.
Her form emerges ever virginal.
A daydream uncorrupted by flesh.
A fantasy inhanced by glass.
A soul untouched,violet eyes,
Turned in on her own rare world.
A figure born to shine.
A puzzling shy beacon onto others, well hidden from
Searchers for the violet esoteric eyes
A stillness the perfect vessel for
The hidden corona of the sun
A small white nymph,
Enjoyed in a transparent glaze.
Intangible unseen to him or them,
The world of the red cloak,
With the children left eternally in the blissful forest.
Wing beaten air on a porcelin face.
Strings sounding although have they ever been plucked?
Angelic souls supping honey with their milk.
A knowing that travels on the breath of a mist.
A dewy feeling.
The gentlest touch leading to the eruption of a dawn.
A vocalise by an ethereal voice rising to penetrate your psyche,
A pianissamo sound to creep up and tip you.
A pearl at home in your stange land
It would be like a flower revealing itself to you for the first time
Rosebud lips covered in smile of an inner joy,
To look on the smile is unhelpful.
To look on her is to ignore her beauty.
Close your eyes look up slowly,
Did you see yourself Staring back?
Did you look through yourself as if you were nothing?
Or were you wistful?
Were you wonderfully delicate?
What do you feel?
Nothing, something?
Either way there is now a warning,
You have wasted your life.
The volume, depth,height,lushness,excess,taste and grace
Of slight whispered utterances reveal by contrast how impoverished you are
You have only used a fraction of your endowment and yet
Your well is dried up.
The watering hole is closed and dry.
What will you use instead of a meadow?
What are you instead of romantic?
Futher on three golden Cockerels Call out.
Groups of spirits Sing out in secret languages to their sworn sisters.
Beyond this a Glass virgin walks unforced, naturally and slowly into a pool.
It is said and asked
'it is impossible that she does not broken.
How is it that she has not been broken?
How is it that she does not break?'
It is expalined thusly.
How could you break or damage that which you could never find or know?
That which is lost to you.
That which you could have no interest in.
That which is lost to you.
Something childish but completely natural.

elivsvonchiaing

It started out quite well but feels a little incomplete - I would continue with your "own reflection theme".

With this you could close the emmotional circle of this poem.

Lou.m

Thanks for reading it and thank you for taking the time to post about it.