Looking Through The Glass

Her eyes are like a snowglobe;
beautiful when it storms.

She is the centrepiece of the scene,
yet every time her world is turned
upside down,
she feels one with the weather,
because it too may never change.

Snowflakes become colder
and the wind causes her to drift
into unconscious thinking
of what dreams that she has left.

Does she escape from this place
made up of make-believe,
or break out of the glass
that her inner beauty could not see?