Dances around me, never touching. Infrequent visits, such big leaps. Over fifty years since our last, yet I see you before I dream.

Alone, I’m rather harmless, but remember faces well With two, we have attempted murder, though harm never befell

Born in warmth, I wake the light yet never chase the flame. My kin are gilded treasures, boxed and sold without a name. Cowards wear my ghost in jest when courage takes its flight, And pox-kissed youth once cursed my bite.

I run like a river and sometimes I weep. I am the ink for a promise you always must keep. Trapped in my cage, I ebb and I flow. If you set me free, I harden and slow.

I have a bill, but I do not have money. I am known for wanting grapes from a lemonade stand.