I know I must hide

Certain things

Until it is time for them

To be revealed;

But it feels like blocking

A stream

With branches and stones,

Choking its free flow.

My spirit is like a river,

My feelings are without end.

My heart is sore

With holding things back.

Soon, soon, soon,

Have patience, little one.

I see and I know.

And soon so shall all the world.

--fleur    18.v.04