Glass can be so clean it sparkles on

And squeaks when you run fingers along

Top of edges and encircle it carefully

Teasing lightly without spending a penny



And then as the clarity reflects back

You know better than to get out of sack

For the vision you see as you gaze thru glass

Is now so clear, you can become one at last



With the cleaner of that pane who did resolve

To explore further your greater pain & evolve

Into a oneness which would give you support

For knowledge you are his provides exhorts



Which kept you guessing as you tried to peer

Thru the dirty glass which surrounded our sphere

And now you see a more simple and direct vision

For love has a way of resolving all the fissures.



- Tristram