Glassforming

Take these tiles of a life,
rearrange them as you like-
a glass, a vase, when broken down,
can become mosaiced ground.

A shell, a home, washed by wave,
leaves flesh behind, defies the grave,
brittle, crackling, falling, drown'd.
'til all be grains in sandy sound.

But take these grains, apply some fire,
the glassy eye reveals, inspires-
look through to see the beckoning
beauty needs no reckoning.