Incomplete

I have wings
But without the flowing winds,
I am incomplete.

I have eyes
But without the glowing light,
I am incomplete.

I have a mind
But without the Divine guide,
I am incomplete.

I have a heart
But without a true-blue confidant,
I am incomplete.

I have words
But without a quill and paper,
I am incomplete.

It would seem
That I am incomplete
Without the world around me.

Could it also be that the world
Is a bazillion-piece puzzle
That’s incomplete without me?