The alignment of truth

What are these miles and seconds that divide
Beneath the endless skies of velvet black
On Gaia’s skin, where meadow flowers hide
A constellation, fate aligned this track
Tell me, oh, great spirits that he is mine
And I will wander the dark realms no more
Give me the soft sway of a petaled sign
Or twilight sea mist of an English shore
The witching hour calls and I hear his name
Penetrating the shadows is his voice
caressing these bleak miles and I am tamed
Love as deep as the endless skies of choice
Love knows no such distance, just unity
An aligned path mapped out by destiny

Karen Hayward ©2018

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