Fate's Occasion

Singular and thus finite

begins the spiral's spinning plight
of eminent foretold collision
love commences in a vision

Unbeknownst before the time

an effigy that burns the mind
now filters clear, emotions raw,
the present image striking awe

Eyes and hair on perfect face

with pouted mouth, the heart doth race
into the thoughts, how to proceed?
laggardly? ...with godly speed?

Clumsily one gathers poise

do thine drums work? there is no noise
at the point, this cosmic stead
a vocal soul must forge ahead

Words abashed but striking through

perceived by them, return to you
is that a chorus sounding there?
without belief just simper stare

Lives become one single strand

as two entangle by the hand
joy begins to warmly swell
for fate's occasion, two hearts fell

Copyright © Samuel Robinson | Year Posted 2013