Uncertain, slow steps are trampling this dark night. Columns of fire are streaking the sky overwhelming a shy moon glow. The river is quietly flowing reflecting fire in liquid yellow and red. It knows, the river that it will reach the sea. Confused thoughts are slipping from a numb mind, frustrating a need of logic. Only the voice of the heart is clear, but a heart doesn’t think, it feels. But as the river knows that it will reach the sea, the heart feels it will reach its treasure. The columns of fire will turn into arches of soft vapor and butterflies of light will flit in the night, showing the way. Steps won’t be uncertain anymore . Mind and heart together will speak the words of a complete love.