The story has no memory
it just starts here
the eeriest of feelings
caress this peculiar vision

quick head turn
to get the hair out of my face
eyes glance up i see her
over there across the street

our eyes meet

the world begins to disappear
radiant eyes gaze into my soul
as mine reflect the exact energy
back at her

Not a look of lust or flirtation
a divine look, of some unspeakable
spiritual communication  
which goes back thousands of years

Past lives whirl as the universe warps
back to the big bang or conception
endless vast time in preparation
for this moment here

A story that takes place in a millisecond
yet the most profound i’ve told
of an event in the future that hasn’t happened
yet already has

in some distant land

A breeze of non-belonging
guiding her sails
to a destination
which has no map

The wood creaks
as the ship ages

middle of the ocean
a broken compass
no hint of salvation

with each new storm
her hope fades
with the worn sail

a hit of rejection
a taste of loss
a continuous reminder

of that old familiar pain

now all she does is watch
trusting that the ocean’s currents
will carry the ship to an island

where life will be waiting