Recognizing how Wind takes hold of the seas’ waves,

watchfully - patient but, restlessly - restfully,
and just like that continually harms the fragile

shimmer from inside the forests set in my gaze

again finding all ways back and the adversities
in corners; up over Life’s muddled water’s edge.


Always wanted to be an untouched well;

One lit with what Time has sent here.


Gathering hardened lust for life. The War still remains.