MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

Pray I that you remember your old friend, Sweet Water. In Honor of Love's Glory, you have been the most ordinary story of my encounter with life. On this earthly plane, I say, My friend, I never found a form more passionately ordinary. Not in, not by any of this world's errors have you been made so plain to see. You're visible simply in the perfection of your untribal devotion. Not even the galaxies wish to lose sight of the rivers.
Water! Look, I sea Water! 
In every moment that I have looked into a glass mirror, I've sought out other clues; they tell me of some vague truths rooted in my vanity. But my friend, you? When my shadow hovers over you, you place my woes right beneath my feet. Halting, stampeding upon the errors of my ways. I find beauty's truth when I see water. Water, my friend, my soldier. I wear you like a dress, I become you, even while I taste you. Your magic, it's silly! Ordinary waters, streams of water.. pray I that I am anointed with thirst.
An ordinary treasure chest for my soul. 
You offer me the world as if it were mine. 
This ordinary love: it's refined, polished, purely finished.