The Perfect Perch

For some, love is the search for a perfect perch

to lay a nest conceived and sealed by fate

some sail like weary birds in aimless flight

no notice to the sea of trees that bid respite

over branches waving promises below

and in patience, wait the coming of the bird

Some search the illusionary perfect perch

while sailing by the offered hopes beneath

To find the perfect perch, the perfect mate

some pre-selected soul calling to the heart

For some the flight of love to find ones soul

reflected back from landscape far below

The soul mate, a nest, pre-constructed and reserved

a perch that whispers to the soul

I am the branch promised to your hope

but promises are measured in the end

Untried by coming trial and storm, the perch must hold

a nest that births the dream of pregnant destiny

Love does not find the perfect perch to fit its nest

it must instead, build its nest to fit the perch.