String of Pearls IV

What do hours measure when they’re empty  
Do we seek to fill a day  
An hour or a minute…  
Of what is there not enough  
By any measure  
Is it not love  
We see the emptiness of time pooling around us  
Reflected in our quiet desperations  
And seek to hold onto others  
That we might not drown  
   
Yet we know not the measure of our want  
What do we truly want  
Others cannot answer for us nor can we for others  
We are a poor ill-fitting partnership  
Yet our weakness draws us near  
And from weakness we draw strength  
And from the drawing we find meanings  
But can never fully give  
Anymore than fully receive  
For we set bounds upon the boundless  
So there stands a gulf even among the closest  
Telling us  
Emptiness is also a need  
That we might have room to grow  
And that’s what we truly seek  
That love might bloom  
Or has the tide receded so far from shore  
That it can turn no more