the universe

fate

is clothed

in silk 

and is never 

the same 

always 

in the 

know 

and always 

indecisive 

wisdom 

is 

an old 

soul 

who glides/his pen

across the 

world 

love 

is the spark/in the eye 

of the 

small girl 

on the corner 

and life 

is the fairy 

who only/the children 

can see

who blessed them 

with her love 

but death 

is neither/reaper or ghoul 

she is but an old maid 

who tends/her garden 

with care