When the stars refuse to align,
some might wait
wait for them to fall into place
or leave them be;
watch them drift away,
a chance lost to realms unknown

The fault lies in the cosmos,
the world will say,
and fate is a cruel mistress

But when the wind blows,
I will stand my ground
I am not a tide,
and the moon cannot move me

So I’ll ****** my hands through the clouds,
seize the cosmic strings,
and pull them into place

The cosmos has no say
and I will not let you float away.

I’ve died so many quiet deaths—
shedding selves that were never wrong,
just no longer true.

Each one carried me
as far as it could
before laying itself down
so I could rise.

Now that I’ve found healing,
I see it was always there—
a quiet knowing,
guiding me forward
through the dark.

But now I wonder—
was it the knowing that shaped the path,
or the path that shaped the knowing?
Did I become who I was meant to be,
or did I simply arrive
where I’d always been?

Sometimes I feel
like I have so much to say to you
but you're not in my life yet.

I trust one day
you'll hear my words
not with your ears
but in your mind
and find your way to me
not by accident
but by the design
of the Causer of Causes.

When that day comes
I won't need words
I'll just hold you so tight
you'll hear every unspoken thought
through the silence
of my heartbeat.

Lately I've been thinking
I've been dying and rotting
and doubting
it all
only knowing the fall
waiting for the plummet

I've begin to question
fate
I've begin to question
life
I've started to ask
why
and doubt in any god above

But right now
when I turn back around
I remember love
You and I have always fit
like a glove
We were two stars from the start
we started to fall
until we ended it all
like a comet hitting the earth
an explosion that couldn't have hurt worse
yet here we are
once more
here you are
at my door

I wasn't sure
yet I knew
You and I
are always true
All the clues
All the signs
The destiny
in our eyes
it truly binds

So as I let a tear fall
remembering it all
the rise and fall
and rise again
I wonder my dear old friend
How can I ever begin to question fate?
Question love and destiny?
When life has blessed me
and you
so heavenly

I sensed it
I saw it
in the snow
in the leaves
in the cold dewy breeze
you and me
a string of destiny
Do you feel it?
it's meant to be
Bananas and gorillas
noodles and oodles
96 and Brian
your shoulder to cry on
Laughter and hope
adventure and road trips
nothing could ever loosen this grip

Grand theft auto
and the prom
The way you know my mom
The stars at Findley
Life has giving me plenty
to see
looking up at you
at the gas station parking lot
in my heart I remember
In my heart
In my soul
I knew
It's me and you
and nothing can undo
or break
the connection
the string
our destiny
together

I can feel it in every weather
You and I
in a castle
in the middle of the road
You and I
are what keeps me getting by
and remembering

Life is dark
life is gloom
but destiny is real
and fate is too
God has spoken
and God has given
a wonderful gift
of
Me and you

it passed me by
only reading about
that cosmic marvel
the morning after
not quite a "once
in a lifetime" event
yet some would say
special enough
significant even
to pause and reflect
on synchronicity
interconnectedness
everything

there was a time
where i might have
been disappointed
to miss a sight
as rare as
they claimed this
occurrence was to be;
seven of our neighbours
visible simultaneously
five with the naked eye
the other two with
the aid of a telescope

but i don't
need to witness
a celestial dance
such as this
pointing uncertainly
with uncertainty
at what might be
one of the planets
to be reminded
that our stars
have already aligned

I was born
with questions in my mouth.
Why do wolves howl?
What do bees dream?
Will I ever be held
the way that the ocean's depths
hold secrets?
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I pressed my hands
into the cool dirt of every mystery,
removed them to find earth under my nails,
ink on my palms,
and a smile I still cannot explain.

They tried to tell me:
not everything needs to be known.
But how could I keep from exploring
when every whisper of the wind,
every caw of the crows,
every daisy's petal,
tells me there is more.

They tried to tell me:
Pandora's jar is just Eden's apple
wearing a new name -
blooming only sorrow,
but can we really know the light
without the dark?

Hope was the last thing breathing.
She was caught in the looking glass,
unable to speak,
and I thought her reflection
looked an awful lot
like me.

8 years since you moved on
It's still so hard to believe, you're gone
I want to know how you're doing,
I want to believe you're somehow around me

The child inside me, often bangs on my heart
She always thought someday we'd restart.
Fate is such a strange thing
I don't know what you were here to teach me, if anything

Maybe it was to hold onto love even, if it's scary
Or to fall into change, I should be more daring?
I could ponder for longer, but I'll leave it at that for now.
I'll never forget you Ossie.

maybe not now, not quite today,
but somewhere down the winding way,
when time feels right and skies align,
your path will gently cross with mine.

i won’t rush fate, i’ll let it flow,
there’s still so much we’ll come to know.
no need for maps, no need to see—
we’ll meet again. we’re meant to be.