Ghosts of Destiny

The vague feeling of certainty becomes concrete.
The feeling of you slips from the mists
Silvery fragments dissolve into human form

Laughter from darkness becomes light

Love becomes real

It’s a vague inexplicable feeling

A knowing that imagination becomes life

The desire long buried by fear recedes into the mist

Fate and wishfulness gather strength creating reality

The instinct of you is there …

I hear you, yet I cannot see you
I feel you, yet I cannot touch you

Your vibration hums to me —

randomly

Fleetingly

In the greatest depths, the overwhelming doubts

The solidity of you appears,
The feeling of home rises from the darkness
You are there

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