I'm clear, but I would make a terrible window. I'm within glasses, but I don't help you see. I'm cold, but you usually don't warm me up. I'm sometimes sticky and sometimes slippery.

At night I'm in your garden, or sneaking through the street. It's best you don't surprise me if ever we should meet. I may look unassuming when at first you cross my path, but if you don't take heed you're gonna need to take a bath.

When I see you on the shore, I'll give a friendly wave. But don't think I won't drive you mad when I wax instead of shave. I'll linger for a few weeks then ghost without a trace. But waltz right back into your life with sun shining on my face.

I bloomed in red where thorns defend, Yet climbed the sky where mornings end. A color soft, a petaled name, On shields I rest in stately frame.

Born of golden shower, loved a woman of starry power, the harpes kiss on oracle's breath, a death unusual for one such as me.