365 Poems – 176 Sense Of Balance (Rough First Draft)
Sense Of Balance
I’m staring straight at your web
of chaos and through, to where
you are, a tangled, stumbling sun.
The world won’t be around
much longer, so we can’t wait
for a time to love – it must be now.
Life won’t ever be something perfect,
but we can balance it on our shoulders,
and close doors when we need to.
We can tell all we have done, or we can
just be quiet and smile, and kiss each other
into a place where we belong.