In Time to Meet

Our fate has brought us here in time to meet.

Two travelers upon a lonely trail,

the raging river churning past our feet.

The misty air replaces summer’s heat

while turning both our faces slightly pale;

our fate has brought us here in time to meet.

Her eyes reflecting mine are kind and sweet;

She turns away, to hide from me her tale,

the raging river churning past our feet.

Some other time and place, another street…

But no! Such thoughts will pave the way to fail,

and fate has brought us here in time to meet!

Together, with no chance for a retreat,

we’re now a team, ever destined to sail

the raging river churning past our feet

Her tear streaked smile makes my soul feel complete

As hand-in-hand we climb over the rail.

Our fate has brought us here in time to meet

the raging river churning past our feet.

(c) 2017 - dustygrein

** The villanelle has often been used to capture emotional glory, but I found it apt this time to capture tragedy, an all-too real outcome of depression for some poor souls.