Lifeless water flows,
through desolate steams,
and forgotten hollows.
Fluid crystal,
liquid diamond,
almost alive in the oceans you're mined from.
Cover me not to disguise,
but make my body a puzzle of distorted light,
all the while you clear mind,
with touch hot as fire or cold as ice.
You give life,
then move on,
though the sun's brilliant light,
almost new, but not reborn.
