Invisible Destiny
03/31/2009 02:30 a.m.
The months and months
Of proclamations;
Soothing winds of whispers
Dripping with devotion
The final relief of forever
In your embrace.

These are the relentless apparitions
Dancing in the shadows of my days,
Visiting my dreams in the night,
Taunting accusations of my foolish
Belief that we would be.

How can this reality be truth?
It is irreconcilable
With those years spent
Speaking a different language.

I feel transposed,
Out of sync,
Drifting on those sweet winds
Of yesterday’s joy
Wondering about my journey’s
Final destination.

All the while,
Aware of this undeniable progression
Toward a new, invisible destiny.