Red Sea Glass

A fifth of sand destined for fire God blown into a rose stemmed glass. Beauty will succumb to black crow desires worn elegance prays for one last chance. From a barge christened gluttony third generation clutter, gifted to the sea. Busted glass is a lonely ghost crab aiming for stars upon the cool wet sand. The humblest of all man's gemstones champagne memories bubbling gold. Most things deserve a second chance salvation is the heart of red sea glass.