Reason

So beautiful a reason
such are affairs of the heart
and the least of the measure carries that thought
I am destined for a future in front of the wind
guideless but awash in color and pennants
a changeling who knows what I left
wary of any promise, the side long glance
my transposable aspirations are my comfort
the arrow without a target
I don't remember asking, I never heard you say no
but I am sure it has crossed your mind
to find your solace in another's need