In shadows cast by whispered breeze, Intentions rise like morning seas. I sought the calm of evening's glow, Yet winds of change begin to blow. With gentle words, I aimed to heal, Yet time reveals what masks conceal. A heart that seeks but makes no ward, A promise is but fleeting sward. Oft dreams of peace in silence rest, Yet life demands its restless quest. I offer calm within my reach, But destiny's waves may breach. In quiet moments, truth may dance, Yet peace and promise are a frail romance. I intended calm, a soothing sun, Yet promises break where paths are spun.