An ideal
A drawer fell out,
A sheaf of folders poured out,
A stack of papers swept away.
Yet it was the storm that helped clean up
And in that clean comfort gave way,
For a tandem of fear and trust to thrive.
A chaos where the mind resided,
A chaos where the heart dictated,
A chaos where two worlds spun.
Two individual bubbles,
That in their selfish missions,
Thrived in congruence.
An ideal won't you say?
