Lost Sonnets (XVIII)

 

I saw the night sky, the full moon and stars
As I glance up above its lovely view
I remember your face as i see you
Gazing faintly, so near, and yet so far.
Occupied forth by hindrances, as marred
By our equal zeal that when time is due
Our rendezvous is perfectly on cue
Neither can be hindered, nor stopped, nor barred.
And even though we are now out of reach,
Neither darkness nor eclipses prevent
Our chances despite distances between —
As Love, speaking confident from its niche:
“That no amount of against shall consent
Delaying Destiny’s meet, as was foreseen.”