The space between is large enough for love but small enough

The space between is large enough for love but small enough for pain
And gentle confusions of the breeze that misalign their sight and aim
To fly astray.
I sense dismay in my mind, but not in my heart
For that I am thankful still.
I hope that my will is true and kind
And that peace of mind is not lost in this such small spaced place.
My hands are weak since my eyes leak my thought and love to the page.
Im putting back the clock
While floating away from my goal
And drifting away from my body.
And drifting away from my baby.
Ill give her space in this cluttered place
She must need space in this space less place
I don’t know what she needs but I know that she needs it
And I know that I have it for her when its right.