How fickle, the blowing breeze

Heavy is the heart thats lets its illumination fade

Closed the brow, in fickle consternation

Eyebrows gathered, in furtive form

Perplexed, perplexing even, the rising and waning tides of the inner being

Emotion scattered, settled, raging hot now,

Next faded to slow cold

Like weather affected by every celestial body,

Tumultuous, unpredictable, the only known still a mystery

Either controlled or controlling

Either in its thrall or master over it

So like the sea,

Or as she is said to be

Calm and serene at once

Then brutal and unforgiving the next

One extreme to another

And youth the fuel added to flame

How fickle the breeze

Where it blows

How it moves

Who it touches

Where it goes

Who can tame the heart?

Struggling, contending for the light,

resisting, mastered and master both

We emote that which we embody