To the Winds

twisting and turning,
the endless spirals
carved into this earth
into our sky;
the chaotic paths twine about.
from my point of view
from your perspective
our own paths are orderly,
with purpose if not neat,
and we stride on
adding to the melting pot
of varying choices in our 'route'.
observing from outside
there is endless chaos
beautifully iridescent
like shattered crystals
but there is order
amongst the bedlam
just like there is kindness
in the darkest of times.
so while we walk
down the same route
let us be kind to each other
until the day we finally part
like the fireworks that climb
ever higher, eventually
scattering to the winds.