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