We swept past each other,
forms passing in a quantum space
where time was paused, a transitory
meeting of eyes—but destiny
keeps its own counsel, shifting the
paths of uncharted fates.
Alone I stood, yet never lonely,
your presence in some way endured.
Morning lands with golden
vows, your essence awakens my
senses—wild and untamed, sighs
without words, your tenacity
besieging me—
I dare not open my eyes, a slight
glance could break the spell
that binds you to me.
Eastbound winds bear a promise,
whisperings of souls converging—
of futures yet unwritten.