Star-Crossed

You ask me often if I believe in fate

Was it fate that our eyes should meet?

What more is fate than the potter on the wheel

Shaping our clay bodies, our soft hearts.

I don't believe in fate, but am I less glad?

Glad that our arms should touch

Our brains should taste the salt

Well-seasoned self.

Cloudy minds that meet and mingle

Heavy eyelids that struggle not to fall

The fall impending lest we grow wings

Would that too be fate?

I imagined how to tell you

These bones are not wings

These tattered feathers, sparse

Could not carry me.

Alas these weary fingers

Shorn to the bone

Have no strength or will to carve

But coincidence needs no hands

Yet still your eyes alight

Make a God in me

And to that God you offer

Raw organs in the pan.

On my knees I make Earth a cradle

Digging a tomb deep into the sand

Into which I place my Sense

And give no map.

You ask me often if I believe in fate

I don't believe in fate, but am I less glad?

I imagined how to tell you.

Will you listen?

Reviews

[Stephen]

What a great composition of the love and emotions I've watched through the poem. Nice flow of ink.

[tamemei]

Thank you so much for the review! I appreciate your feedback and what's more am glad you were enjoyed the poem.

[Stephen]

Ah! The pleasure is mine even am pleased to read your beautiful stuffs .. I must gotta say that you write with the heart and keep writing from the heart. Yes, your stuffs're what I enjoy the most reading and Your stuffs are special so you are.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed one never truly believes their eyes in an instant, well done, good read.

[tamemei]

Much appreciated!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Your welcome.

[Chris]

Some have to question all they see and yet there are a few that just accept ...life as it is.

[tamemei]

Very true. Thanks for reading!

[Chris]

you are worth the hearing...

[tamemei]

Merci beaucoup!

[Bowers]

"You ask me often if I believe in fate
I don't believe in fate, but am I less glad?
I imagined how to tell you.
Will you listen?"
incredible, simply incredible, fate is inevitable, is it not? But I love your view, these beautiful words... I am awestruck...