Of my eye she was the apple

A dance of thinnest glass

Once in someone's heart

She ran.  It's not

a mountain, weighted light,

just her little beanie, painted bright.

Intimidating, for a beanie.

More of size for an apple

Now shot through with beads of glass

Faster than a beating heart

Faster than the run and the thrum

That sound so falsely light

That sound as it did light

A halo 'round her beanie bright

And dropped my sweetest apple was

Shattered fair as glassy love

Broke in two my stoppéd heart

And tears do freely run

Run, fast as she ran

Ran, into the light

She left behind her beanie

O!  The apple of my eye

Fixed may be the window glass

But never so my heart

I go on, but hers' the heart

That never more will run

Its burden has been made as light

As mine so heavy made by beanie's sight

Crumpled as the apple skin

The truth no more than glass had been

And what strange things to craft of glass

That they be at the matter's heart

For once a step caused it to run

And waking blind in growing light

She called to me 'neath beanie warm

Asking for an apple slice

The apple sliced, the shattered glass

Cutting to its heart.  She ran, she flew

Into the light, and left her beanie here.