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.