Image: Paul Simpson: Destiny | Monumental Core, Washington, DC | (CC BY 2.0)

Destiny

My love, my destiny
calls me on, onward,
forward speeding
I make my way
to my love, my destiny,
sitting on a rounded rock
in the middle of an ocean
of tears shed by her
for me and my kind,
singing her lament
for me and mine,
her sun-kissed skin
reflecting my fight,
my struggle,
my voyage to meet her,
sitting singing her song,
weeping, calling me,
drawing me on, onward,
forward speeding
to be engulfed, enfolded,
ensconced in her emotion,
her watery womb,
her sea of tears
shed for me
to be born anew.