Our misty eyes  were destined for each other,
when at last we met at crossroads by the brook.
Where  some hidden hand of fate did  gently guide us
up enchanted pathways known to but a few. 
Passed prickly rose bush shepherd on each side of us, 
passed barren plains worn out by trampling hoofs,
toward the ever arching slope that slowly rises
above time and earthly longing,
beyond that peak which  openly invites 
each climber to ascend heavens of their own design.
To blissful acme  beyond a skyline haunt
where  no one yet has ever dared return.
 

Year: 
2021
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