That Glance

Such a rare thing to get a glance
A jewel made by chance
Gently tugging with locks of curiosity
The reminders that the world
Has not yet fallen
Nor an empty cup of despair
For tomorrow might well wake smiling
Across the pillow
Or alone just above the sink
Still a friend
Still a full and budding heart
Survives
In the dreams
That we might still inspire
That glance.