Cosmic branches

 

I’ve always had

a strange pact with fate,

I've seen futures played out,

before I’ve entered their space.

Swaying cosmic branches

of the universal tree, and us

the leaves floating into dreams.

 

I’ve witnessed echoes

of future memories,

like looking

through whispers

of frosted glass,

into a place somewhere

just ajar to this reality.

A trace of a life yet to be.

A taste of fruit from

the celestial tree.

 

You see,

I’ve lived in dreams

and seen such sights,

I have flown with futures

most every night.

I've seen the paths diverge,

into branching lines,

And I saw you.

A vision of future

emerging into my world

one heartbeat at a time.

 

Long ago in a world where

the skies roared with promise,

I saw you. Standing,

a vision of truth,

I saw you standing,

before. I knew you,

and more, I held you

and we flew, I'm sure.

 

For we were there

in the dreamworld haze,

together,

sharing the same breath,

in the very same place

as when I first

envisioned your face.

And in an instant, I knew

that our two

stories were linked.

That our ink was

freshly being written

into each other's skin.

A tattoo of a story

that was yet to begin.

A tattoo of a tree

with a heart on its skin.

 

I could see the pen slowly moving,

Like phantom branches in the breeze,

but I couldn't reach out to guide,

I just have to let the universe

take the pen and write, hoping

upon hope that the story

Is kind.

 

For life has often taken me

where I need to be,

when I've needed to be there.

Not when I want to be there,

but when the universe has decided

that the next page is turning.

And the pen hangs in the air,

Ink dripping from the nib,

I see your name and mine,

and I do wonder

what will be the next line?

Will our branches reach out and entwine?