The cosmos holds a breath in
The thought of you takes form
From random atoms circling
To substance soft and warm
Years down the path’s trajectory
We’re destined to become
Legendary icons of love
If strings of time and space strum
At the moment when fate and faith
Merge and elegantly fold
Together, as if our hands meet
In synchronicity, I’m told.
The crystal balls, the scrying mirrors
Each form of divination
Speaks the promise for our future:
All passion and elation.
But for now, I wait, I pause, I watch
Alert to telltale signs, will do
Managing my days of quiet
Until the Universe brings me you.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
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