fate

what is yours?

close your eyes.
and let the air
sing you a song
about fate.

her whisper swells
into a howl
of terror
but suddenly
and all too soon
it will
end.

what can you hold?
really and
truly hold?
what forces will
kneel in your
outstretched hand?

try as you will
to silence her song.
but her orchestra
is forever hers
and your arms
like withered wings
hold no sway.

even a falling man
can decide
if he wants
to live or die

the choice
is still yours.
but what of it?
her song is
almost over.

Reviews

[Marina]

This is absoltuley fantastic.

I don't know why I love it. . .

"close your eyes.
and let the air
sing you a song
about fate."