A World Through Glass Eyes

A world seen through glass eyes,
So delicate, so fragile
Yet unchanged they remain for all of time.
The world changes but the eyes remain the same,
Or is it that through glass eyes time stands still?
-That perfectly smooth surface that reflects all.
What will it take to make time move once more?
Was time ever moving at all?

A figure appears- It approaches.
The eyes stay still
And the figure leaves.
Again the figure comes,
And again and again
And still, the eyes are unchanged.

The figure comes once more,
but soon after another follows,
And together they leave.
The door is shut- the eyes fall.

A crack; the world has distorted.
The figure is gone, the view is now changed...
But perhaps... it was changed before?
That first day the figure walked through the door.

The world is cracked and shall never be the same.