In Time to Meet
Our fate has brought us here in time to meet.
Two travelers upon a lonely trail,
the raging river churning past our feet.
The misty air replaces summer’s heat
while turning both our faces slightly pale;
our fate has brought us here in time to meet.
Her eyes reflecting mine are kind and sweet;
She turns away, to hide from me her tale,
the raging river churning past our feet.
Some other time and place, another street…
But no! Such thoughts will pave the way to fail,
and fate has brought us here in time to meet!
Together, with no chance for a retreat,
we’re now a team, ever destined to sail
the raging river churning past our feet
Her tear streaked smile makes my soul feel complete
As hand-in-hand we climb over the rail.
Our fate has brought us here in time to meet
the raging river churning past our feet.
(c) 2017 - dustygrein
** The villanelle has often been used to capture emotional glory, but I found it apt this time to capture tragedy, an all-too real outcome of depression for some poor souls.