Time passes as wind
blowing through trees.
One day I lay curled within the nest
of your warm embrace.
Hatched the delicate blossoming
of my love
like a fragile pale blue egg.
And within the shyly forming shell,
rich and sunny like yolks.
I could not help but harbor
beneath my careful wings.
Midwife them into being with my will.
Yet even if they live…
with time they’ll still fly away.