Covetous crystals cover my pane,
needling out like evergreen branches,
longing to be what their brothers cover.
Melting heat of inward flame:
anything but this,
anywhere but here.
Not realizing,
to lose longing,
they would not be happy
(they will never be happy),
but they would be.
Yet, this they are.
Otherwise is no option.
Anything is everything.
Anywhere is everywhere.
With heat comes light:
essence of flame in crystal.
Melt.
Evaporate.
Begin again.