Arrow in the Air

An arrow in the air
Not yet flying
Tries to find it's target
There's a deep discomfort in uncertainty
Obscured ends and heavy winds
The arrow considers it's path

Rushing air, a fate presumed
An empty pan, a dusty room
A dirty floor, an waiting broom
A lonely day, a sick cocoon
A crying fit, a lasting gloom

But in a garden shared, a flower blooms
A joyous laugh, a song in tune
A pretty dress, a sweet perfume
A loving kiss, a shining moon

A wedding ring, a family room
A baby's clothes, a busy loom
A Christmas wish, a kid's costume
A fire bright, it's white smoke plumes

And with this thought, the arrow resumes
Now soaring