What do I see in a simple glass of water?
cool, clear water. fragment of song
over small pebbles, the devil
spills life on burning sand
inside this ribbed glass, light
stretches words beyond boundaries
parchment and skin wait to drink
Quillfyre
Aspiring to poet
Quillfyre 
Intense and beautiful!
I really like that last line… we drink words with our eyes, and the parchment drinks our words.