Never mind the glances, these inconsistent chances leave in morning winds and I dream of days again, when I will be the full;  dreams and desires… moments in time when all that they define are free and truly mine. 

Truth is like water that flows from rivers, without doubt, or wait or anything that might circumvent fate.  Truth too is like gale winds that thunder through forests trees. Forceful and pure, certain and strong. Yet beware of thoughtful winds. Those that pause and wait, plan a mischievous fate.