Time-Space Continuum

sometime in the future
when the waiting is over
in retrospect see
the signs along the way
that nudge and tug at our sleeves
in our lone orbits we wander
a series of perfectly orchestrated misses
by fate's design

Unfinished

seeking sanctuary from the crowded mass
here in the shadows
unseen by prying eyes
pondering my fragment existence
clinging to a hope
half a world away

their arms are reaching
for the light

Recovery

Away we fly from love's clutches
drought of hearts tangled dreams
weary at last.