I looked at her as she floated down the stairs ... and I knew.
This woman would have a place in my heart.
A place that would keep me warm in the midst of the coldness of life.
She spoke ...
And I heard the strings of an orchestra playing music to which my heart would dance for all time
A waltz with a beat that was my very pulse.
She smiled and a brightness shot through the darkness
The stars danced as if in a frenzy ...
The moon beamed as if it were touched by the very light of life.
We talked about a life we never had and yet seemed to know so well.
Our pasts intertwined in a way that made sense of the future
Serendipity, providence, fortune ... perhaps love.
I am they say a hopeless romantic ...
For I see arrows speeding towards the heart
Where others see only a bow that has hardly been bent
To see beyond the obvious
To feel that which is unfelt
To know what is to be
We are all the sand upon which the footprints of others are left
We live the lives that were meant to be
Its not in the toss of the coin ... it is in the beat of the heart
Love will be ...
And she will be there with me...
( P.S. - special prize to the one who can think of who I was thinking of when I wrote this - while in my stilnox influenced state ... I can almost remember )