I have a feeling
that this was planned
that this was the hand
I was dealt with
a certain person
who lifts the curtain
to the window of imagination
wherein we met
like it was meant to be
fragments of our destiny
collide like comets in the sky +
bring a tear into my eye
a joyful tear of purpose
I wonder if it could have been
that your silhouette on the silver screen
was an object I was designed
to draw with words
my paint-eye and fingers aren't the best
but I've found you in my head
like bookends of the alphabet
you're the A
to my Z +
the chance occurrence that we should meet
as strangers passing in the street +
continue on
into eternity
when our flesh is gone
our souls transcend
to be
adjacent again
in the holy silver-gilded path
in the aftermath of life
it's a beautiful thing
to know you +
you know me
let's swim like birds +
fly like fish
that is my undying wish
we'll rattle the bones
of perpetuity
make glue
between ourselves
put up shelves to
house anxiety
you + me +
lampshades of love
my black-wing-tipped
peace dove
