Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.
Fascinated by the fate of our lives, I have to wonder who has charge of our destiny, which leads me to the Greek heritage of the Fates and their divine mission on the earth which also inspired my poem, My Next Life. I found Clotho spins the thread of life, Lachesis determines the length of the thread, and Atropos cuts the thread when the proper time has come for death.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. Khalil Gibran
My Next Life
When I close my eyes, I see you born into my tapestry.
Clotho has begun to spin the thread of my destiny.
When I smell your ivory skin, it is your perfume that
intoxicates me; the first creation of you controls me.
When natures wind blows the locks of my hair,
I feel the graze of your fingertips across my flesh.
I want to sketch your nude body and memorize
the curves, dividing the earth from the goddess.
Only seconds determine the confidence of my
devotion, as Lachesis measures our simple fate.
When the heat of my breath escapes my lungs,
it is the words of your heart whispering to me.
The taste of your time loses me in a storm of need—
blending us into a sheet of lightening enflaming the sky.
And in my devotion, I feel the white clouds on my back,
a woven allegory of jealousy’s want. My path is a
painting of truth which cannot be altered as Atropos
cuts my life from yours in the determined night.