Dawn of the morning star
Yearning long for sweet discourse of kindred heart to find,
Cast adrift, alone at sea, navigating shrouds of fog.
Frustrated by the battle tide, with barnacle and rust,
Bursts a maiden through the haze, whilst waiting for the bus.
Moon shards play through silhouette, lighting stars within her smile,
Refracting colours in my eyes, fireworks in my mind.
Her vocal notes dance merrily on warm and gentle tones,
Soothing resonations, melting ice-burgs in my heart.
Wise and open, deepened pools of hazel painted iris,
Illuminated passion, from the fires that lay within.
Sparking neurons pace in haste, reaching out for new connection,
Horizons slipping back in sight, with ease of heavy weight.
Even flowing streams of verse, our tongues collide as one,
Two metronomes in rhythm, compose the music of the night.
Dawn has brought me destiny, a tiny morning star,
Swept on-board by faithful winds, driven-on by angel’s breath.
Weigh the anchor, set a course. Throw caution at the wind,
Pull the flag up to its peak, this vessel’s off the rocks.
Fusing souls with symmetries, we merge our earthly binds,
I was waiting at the bus stop, crossed paths and hearts entwined.