I guess everything goes through a period of muck

dirt and rock

then comes the cold

waiting

patiently awaiting the heat to melt away the ice

where is the warmth?

where is the fire? 

free me from this frozen hold

help me flourish once again

run your lips over me as gently as the ripples dance atop the water  

run

dry

run

fall

freeze

melt

run

repeat