never one to believe in the random acts of fate
but rather the analysis of cause and effect
a pattern, predictable, understandable, quantifiable
logic and reason, the power of will and choice

all the world an endless strand of black and white
dominoes, laid out by an anarchistic hand
nothing clear until seen through the futile lens of hind-sight
we are all links in a chain
slaves to the past and the future
constrained in the present tense
bound by the turning wheel of time
and inevitability
“there is nothing new under the sun”
but still the story spun

I was as nothing within this perception
an objective observer of life being lived
but never a true participant
resigned to existing as an extra thread
in this colorful tapestry of life
destined to witness the experience of others
laughing, playing, crying….loving
caught within a web of ill-conceived self-deception
going through the motions
without a pulse

but fate, that trickster, has laughed now at my expense
and I have joined her
with the veil stripped away
sometimes, the waiting is so long
we forget we’re waiting
or what we’re waiting for

in every story, every fable, every history of humankind
the theme is the burning of hearts
in love
perhaps different subjects
good love, bad love
love of country, love of money
self-love, passionate, heated sexual love
and, of course, fairy tale love, true love, soul-mate love
of which so many have despaired of ever finding
eschewing what we all most deeply long for
but always, at the heart of the story
it’s about love

Fate, acting in accordance with her capricious nature
has seen fit to show me the error of my philosophy
by now, at this most inexplicable time
in a most inexplicable way
proving the existence of that mythical, elusive, disbelieved
fairy-tale love, true love, soul-mate love
which, disillusioned, I had til now disdained

oh, yes, my heart sings a new song
more powerful by far
than any dark hold upon my being
there is no abyss, it is obliterated
and I am distilled in joy

there is a further bit of rough road to traverse
but the shining city is within my view
and I cannot tear my eyes away from it’s glorious beauty
I no longer care if heaven shines of gold
this is my heaven
and this little bit of final struggle is nothing
it’s just the end of the road
that led me to you

to love, and be loved, by such a man
the threshold, the capacity for all good things
is utterly, completely, altered
expanded beyond the horizon of galaxies or universes
and contains only the purity of innocence
to fulfill the potential, to realize the ideal
and there is nothing I will not do, nothing I cannot do
there is no fear, there is no room for pain
only the limitlessness of completion
and the simplicity of knowing
we

unbound from consideration and consequence
freed from mistaken ideology and rationale
this is what we are intended to be
all of humanity
to love like this, in every way a perfect fit
inevitably, irrevokably entwined
by a whim of fate, unpredicted
unsought, unhoped for
kind fate…let me kiss you
and make my peace with destiny too
I am well…and truly, taken