Language of Crystal Formations

You will never find it
if you try,
but know that if you walked out
to look around for a while
it would be happy.

This is language written in crystal
formations, icy lines, cold logic,
and when it catches light
its stanzas change:
it moves into an ode,
or gathers a new voice for a moment:
something that should not be said–
even here, with all this quiet
light–

Come over here:
it likes to see and feel
your warm breath,
but not too close,

not now, you might change it
into something else, something
darker, with another tone:

the poem you must find alone.