Analysis of Shattered glass

Lost I’ve found is the sweet celestial poetry, glistening are stars no longer, in any
nighttime eyes

Shattered glass crowding paths i may walk, stained splintered gleaming, ever bleeding,
unwanted memory so soft upon my mind
Unwanted memory, such it is that mesmerizes me,
Dismantles me

In the hills, between the trees I hear song within the moonlight,
Trickling down the trunks and gliding atop the leaves

I hear a woman’s whisper
And I begin to cry