Glass Houses

Venturing beyond
the somnolent promises
of twined fingers,
a head on the shoulder,
a sleep....softly knit
in yarns of togetherness ,
and pregnant hopes
of shared lives,
he stopped: glances darting,
saw cadavers of faith,
bodies of love,
a bloodied kaleidoscope,
reflected , numerous, in
shards of shattered homes.
And, smiling thru' tears,
raw and wrenched,
step over hesitant step
walked on.....a stymied
victor of the rout ,
a hero of chaos.