Glance Poem by Michael Webb

The wind that blows
To shake me free
From this withered branch
When the tide slows
And the sand dries
I recognize her glance
Far from a stare
But just enough
To stir my wonder
Do I ever dare
To walk towards her
Lightning and Thunder
Who follows who
Not to follow lust
But in love
We tend to suffer
So should I pass it by
Like a car with a green light
Or should I take a second
Chance like the glance
That caught my eye