Icicle melting creating a pool of water, crystal water reflecting back innocence, beauty The water is pure as is the icicle deep, cold, full of vibrant colors Color of dreams, of hope of the future. And I see you In the pool of life growing more livid as the moments pass I know you are not a reflection. Reflections don't show as beautiful as you are. The water is dazziling as if beckoning me to come closer to come inside the pool of life To come into the light and love that you and only you can possess. I reach into the water to touch you but you pull away, with a smirk on your face sheepishly I draw back and stare into your eyes I see fire, I see passion, I see innocence beauty rages on in those eyes the more I look, the more depressed I get For I know you are just an image, a deity that I cannot possess nor grasp. Beneath the surface - Eric Enwood May 29/00