there’s more
imperfection
than not
With the passage of time
a cycle turned
yet still
a small empty nest,
incomplete—
a missing ingredient
Perhaps—
the complement
wasn’t found before
It’s appearing now—
slowly parting
dark clouds
Caught between colours—
the minds ruminate
The blue thinks—
why now?
The red asserts—
why not?
Between all this—
the hearts beat faster
as the ship on the horizon
approaches