Moirai

From the tip of her pens lips

She forms an exhibition of words.

Each letter willingly strung along

Ensnared by freedoms illusion

Leaving pen, only to bind to paper

Ultimately delighted by her intrusion

Though bound forever.

It was a chanced encounter

Stumbling upon her tale

Like the whispers in the dark

Between the echoes of silence

Once falling upon deafened ears

From the banters of sown mouths.

It was a rare encounter indeed

Like the kissing of the moon and sun

Or a lightnings slow dance midair

Then again I suppose…

This was all by the alignment of stars

Granting passage to the passages of her mind

Permitted by celestial beings

Tinkering with destinies sails

Little by little until time came for our collision.

©Spilling Ink (O.J)