The whisper of the deity

Unfurling Hour

The Unfurling Hour The universe, it spins and turns, A cosmic clock, no one discerns. And hearts that ache in lonely plight, Still hope for love's appointed light. Perhaps your soul was meant for mine, A kindred spark, a sweet design. But when we met, my heart was full, Of futures I could not annul. A love already born and grown, That in its soil, your seed was sown, But found no room to sprout and rise, Beneath those older, tender skies. Then, time moved on, a tide that fled,

Unfurling hour, to be another moment I loose control.

And left behind a joy unsaid. And now, when life has carved new ways, And softened the sharp edges of my days, I see a life I might have built, Without the shadows, fear, or guilt, Of mismatched hours, and years untold, A story waiting to unfold. And though my path is not your own, And seeds we wished for may be blown To fertile ground on distant shores, I hold the whisper of the doors, That still might open, someday, when, Our paths may cross, and meet again. Perhaps, in time?