Ebbs and Flows

Life is a wispy one,
a hollow she, filled by you,
filled by me.
She ebbs and flows
so cautiously, to and fro
and inbetween.
She is the tide,
twirling from the hovering heart
that is the moon,
a beckoning and ushering
of everything, yes
everything you see.

Your outstretched arms retract
when one draws closer,
quite naturally.
But with such grasp comes freedom,
when in hold, may you see,
though you may leave,
and I may miss you,
it's all relative, in such beauty.
For if you should never leave,
then I should never know,
how wonderful,
how magical,
how imperfect, dear,

you are.