Insomniac : Sapphire and Ice

I see a treasure. Bright sapphires that shine like the sun, glisten like the ocean, rage like a mighty river, swallow me like a whirlpool, and freeze me like a glacier.
But they are set in a treasure far greater. An immaculate Sculpture, too beautiful for human eyes, too flawless to be carved by human hands.
The sapphires are bait, and the stones have lead me into the Sculpture's snare.
I am trapped and cannot move, I cannot run, I am frozen, gazing into the sapphires. But I wish to stay frozen in the presence of the Sculpture.
But It grows more distant, and the sapphires dim. It leaves me frozen, ensnared by Its beauty.
I do not fear. The Sculpture will return. It must return.