Flitting from flower to flower
Never quite at home
Hovering without a place
Not empty but not satisfied

Shining smiles, bright lights
Laughter echoes across the room
Feet moving to the beat
Conversation flows

Now there is a string attached to this kite
An anchor to this ship
A home for this wandering soul

Here
In this chair
With you.

Crossed a bridge
From whole to part
From without to with
From surprising to expected

How quickly and easily it all changes-
when it's good.

What once was only a possibility now has form and sureness. 
What once was only a dream now has a face, a name. 

A piece I was willing to live without has been found. 
Held loosely, yet more confidently with each passing day.
Peace where anxiety once reigned. 

Not sure where this will lead but more than willing to take the chance.