We are always in between

In between Christmas and New Year

In between birth and death

In between the ordinary and talent

In between the mundane and purpose

We are all broken

The island has no flowers

The blue bird doesn’t have a home

The puzzle missing pieces

The me without you

We are forever waiting

Behind the cliff an ocean chanting

In the sunshower people dancing

Under the starry sky someone praying

And the answer we seeking

It’s blowing in between