It changes by the minute, oscillates freely.

Shifts in path, no course, no direction.

 

It floats and drifts,

But never leaves.

 

Soft at times it understands,

Hard at others it doesn’t.

 

It takes me on day trips into night where

Dreams are shadowed by doubt.

 

It beats with my heart in faith,

And finds truth in unexpected places.

 

It rockets to heaven,

Then sleeps at my feet.

 

It turns with the tide,

And makes me crazy.

 

It screams to me in the night,

Then smiles to me at daybreak.

 

It holds me close but still

pushes me away.

 

It is fickle and tough,

Stingy and old.

 

It knows no past,

Hopes no future but

 

glides between our hearts

binding us one to the other

 

and becomes all there is.

 

3/15

MC