In a constellation of dreams, you would be the most captivating. Last night my mind captured water frozen in time, translucent and flowing over rocks in a stream. I saw with your eyes that it was the reflection of light that gave it form. As the water cascaded over the top of the rocks, droplets broke free and dispersed with the wind. Others did not acquire the elevation to wash over the boulders. They instead caressed it: acknowledging and accentuating the sensuous contours. Subsequently, they flowed back to the stream, created ripples around the form, returning to the fore to continue their journey downstream.