A Good Match

In trying to understand the world,

we seem only to find balance,

upon a vast field of simple grain,

the sort indistinguishable yet soft

enough to hold our mind, our body,

our greatest fear and smallest burden.

 

Always a fascination has existed

with the design of our lives together,

an ability to negotiate, process a life,

or find fortune in the memory beyond

who we were today when yesterday

we began a similar journey alone.

 

A circle exists we speak of in unison,

sometimes disparity reminds the foil

to hearken back to another energy

quite similar yet different again,

we respond accordingly to a symbolic

moment, the sort we might write about.

 

Well before the eternal design of our lives

might truly be the answer in knowing Eyes.