Whispered
Promises
Is it luck?
A coincidence or fate
Or the day that we met
It was hardly a mistake.
Chance can be a window.
An opportunity opening
A moment left in limbo
When destiny is beckoning.
We are meeting by pure chance.
Are providence and destiny
A turn of the head, a glance
A simple case of chemistry.
Chance can be an accident.
Or a long shot in the dark
An action without precedent
An instantaneous spark.
Dark mornings illuminated
By lightning or the sun
Sanctified and consecrated
When you’re the only one.
Flying across the sky
Or diving into the earth
Being up on high
From birth unto the dearth.
Fate, destiny and good fortune
Whispered promises too
A fortune-telling rune
Something we never knew.
Chance good luck and fortuity
There’s no coincidence.
Brevity then longevity
And a feeling serendipitous.
©
David Rudder
2022
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