I could steal your breath with a thought or replace it with a prayer. Upon the backs of broken wings I lay my dreams tonight. Soundly do they sleep, careless to the idea of realization. I water that garden daily and look to the sun for some help to bring my ideas to fruition. It must be me. And so I take my answer with me and roll it across my knuckles as I whistle a nameless tune. The same tune as yesterday.