kismet

I was once a knight errant, weary and thirsty;
Yearning for someone worth rummaging.
Destiny seems to give me serendipity.
Dreadful delusions can’t conquer my entirety.

Thy face that stopped my wandering;
Thy eyes that ceased my searching,
Thy smile that caused my replenishing;
Such traits of the one I’m longing…

All I want to do is lock the time;
So that this kismet will be at my grasp.
Afraid to loose this opportunity, to grieve!
I’ll have to wear one’s heart on my sleeve

published - VOICE 4.1 June - August Issue

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