Time Passes As Wind

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Like birds, we fly free
from each moment
we find ourselves perched within.

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,
grew dreams,
rich and sunny like yolks.

I could not help but harbor
those fledglings;
nurture them
beneath my careful wings.

Midwife them into being with my will.

Yet even if they live…
with time they’ll still fly away.