Forever Alight

Were meetings destined then this was one
to take a leading place, the oracle decreed it fate
in a matrix of moving matter, and the signs all clattered with
chance fêted as a sweet benefactor. When we were separate
entities in clear air with a fair breeze and sailing on pleasure,
scheming elements drove us together in a coincidental
confluence of paths, a meeting in all innocence;
but unlike ships that pass in the night, sharing glimpses
of distant but unkown consequence – and sail on free
in an unaltered conscience to reach detached destinations,
our passage through life was changed irrevocably,
our courses aligned by forces beyond our power to deflect.
Do you remember it now? Do you recall how it was?
In the mornings and in the clear light of day the freshness remains
in the glorious evening stars still burning bright,
the heavens forever alight.
© I.D. Carswell