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.