Fate

Floating through the space of life;
Follow the yellow brick road.
Holding hands with fate,
Her touch becomes cold.
My right in her left,
My eyes slant that way,
From east to west,
The beginning of a new day.

Where fate once stood
No longer she stands.
She has vanished with the road;
Empty space fills my hand.
Lost in a world that
I don’t comprehend,
It’s illogical, lacks meaning,
Impossible to mend.

What once was as clear
as a deep blue lake -
the road and my Fate,
no decisions to make -
it now has grown murky,
full of questions unanswered,
the sun continues its ascent
as I lie in a pasture.

The grass is so tender
and cool to the skin,
I could stay here forever
and never think again.
But I reconsider abruptly
as I glance at the sky;
I must be going now
for the sun is quite high.

I have lost all sense
of orientation and space,
yet in a daring move
I pick a direction and pace.
Steady and straight
my feet carry me away,
although an atheist at heart
I begin to silently pray.

One night, after what
seems like many years,
as I stare at the night sky
my beloved Fate reappears.
We lay in the tender grass
together, enjoying the breeze,
and watch the stars in the sky
form shapes with the trees.

The reason she left
I may never know,
and will never dare ask,
fearing she will once again go.