Born of and through
the very essence that fills consumes
Holds the barrier of life in check
drifts ever to the foreground
beholds its own reflection
There and smiles
Upon crystalline lakes
between the blue of sky
the drifting host of green fields
and cries the beginning of every story
each passage and want
rides upon its own perfected prism
And falls into the silence of itself.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph