…of fate

Stars, like teardrops are dripping
from the velvet blackness of night
the rolling mists, gently obscure their light
and again they are forever out of reach
in my isolation I am yet beside you
and you with me and I will not despair
the fickle winds of fate will blow our way in time
I sense your spirit out there
it is weak but striving still
there is a shaft of light to see you clear
and guide you home to me
© Ann Bagnall