GLASS HOUSES

Can you see a world?
a mirror image, a replica
on which once you laid foundation
in stone and Saint Gobain glasses
for millions to gaze in astonishment
where against  your glass fields
I walked alone in my  day dreams
as simple as an autumn flower.
In images of  my eastern light house
I climbed not on a hill to place a flag
but  cimbed there to capture evening stars
in my eyes...
but today when i see you in the same world
lost and defeated on tinted million faces.
I drowned the whole of me 
in one sea and that sea reminds
me of seasons and sea shells... 
not of  goblets.....