JG

Glass and Shadow

She walks where light meets quiet stone,
A reflection sharp, yet soft in tone.
The world looks on, speaks of her glow,
But never asks what lies below.

A frame stands still, its edges clean,
Yet shadow lingers, sharp, unseen.
What strength must hold that perfect line,
What depth resides in crafted shine?

They see the polish, not the wear,
The weight she bears, the silent care.
And so she moves, with measured grace,
A quiet force time can't erase.