Hand reaching out into The Cosmos
a brush of Fate
in The Night i sat,
my palm rested on the corner of the Universe;
i witness Life—
glass fell from my Eyes as i befell the Curse
adrift in The Cosmos,
my Flesh brushed by Fate;
and She blushed—
standing, She was firmly by my Sorrows.
my Sorrows.
Her golden hair,
a Beacon in The Night—
my body: a raft in The Tide
back in that Rift, where my palm had been,
i saw Myself — and I cried;
Myself all alone,
Myself all alright.
and when i questioned dearest Fate’s place,
Myself took me in [His] gentle embrace:
We wept ‘til the Stars all died;
Together, We wept deep into The Night.
