Opalescent

No measured mark of wit, wisdom or rhetoric could solve this Too fractured to endear, bonds broken beyond view With all roads leading here, fettered by an endless blue But I held the arrows, I pulled the strings And bottled messages never to be seen But I held the arrows, I pulled the strings In fits and starts it can blossom and bloom But I held the arrows, I pulled the strings In fits and starts it can blossom and bloom The shot at the moon still falls short of the stars