Happenstance

Maybe the heavens do have a plan An orchestrated synopsis, of sorts That put you dead center into my summer fable Eyes locked, across a table that could be anywhere fine... As we dine, sipping wine, in unconscious time My doubting eclipsed by your brushing against The downfall of my fence...awakening senses Long gone to bed and filling my head With the sweetness of rain, erasing the pain Of not knowing for what or how, or why, left alone Stranded and strangled by the ring of no phone Dreams put on hold, explanations postponed And with the wink of eternity, all time stops I am there, by you...breathing air, breathing air... Washed over in the waterfall of words you whisper And it differs from any language I know... Slow, slow let me take you slow In tasty tongue tied-bits I eat like a bird from your hand As if on command And wish not to analyze or understand What it is brought us here to happenstance