Grandma's Paperweight

As transparent as the swift wind on your cheek
glimmering in the sunshine
shining like a light in the moonlight
but as the rising sun appears, it's blood red
it has no colour, yet it stands out like a star in the midnight sky

Made of a whisper
making it different to everyone
every glance, every gaze
makes you see it differently
never is it quite the same

bringing a dark room light
bringing sad person joy
bringing a piece of home
bringing something special to an unforgiving place
bringing something to think of

It has no known meaning, yet it gives so much
for something so simple and beautiful
it may only be a glass piece of art
but that is what the weak hearted see
and as for me, it's who gave it to me that matters.