Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for Destiny
The greater fool
Windblown fantasies of freedom
Scattered through a life of strife
Confronts the weary with a knife
Prepared to cut the jugular
Where hope is pumping one last time
Contained by the embodiment
Becoming unknown consequence…
Yet what remains is fortitude
In ample quantities consumed
Enough to render fear aside
To bleed upon a great divide
To bridge a chasm void of light
To take a chance on destiny
To cast a breath into the night…
And be the greater fool…
IT
IT came on the darkest night
To look for lovers lost to light -
As ancient as the grains of time
IT is summoned by the dire;
Waking from eternal slumber
To deliver love divine…
IT found her abandoned soul
Adrift and lonesome without goal -
Her self-esteem a petered wisp
Of what it used to be…
IT found him in arid deserts
Thirsting for a gentle touch -
His heart was hardened anthracite
Encrusted by his past…
IT exposed her inner beauty
Showing her the worth inside -
She realized what she deserved
And knew for it she had to fight…
IT seared him with blinding light
And burned away his stubborn husk -
He saw once more the good and kind;
Was open to be vulnerable…
IT provided the occasion;
Drew them closer without knowing -
Hooked its talons in their hearts
And held them there – never apart -
Until they glowed as one ignited
Nevermore to be divided…
IT is love in purest form;
The age-old guardian of this rock
And IT will find you any place,
There is no hiding from its grace,
For man is doomed to be united
Even if we want to fight it…
Destined
With constellations of my own,
Your stars were apt-aligned -
On that far-off fate-held day;
The morn that you were born…
Criss-crossed on the plains of time,
Our scattered roads are found -
Brightly blooming flowers rise
In junctions where we joined…
On silver beaches prints were left,
Where we have walked the line -
There where peril laced the way
Your feet stepped into mine…
Sitting on this precipice,
Your hand locked into mine -
As we face the setting sun,
I thank our destinies…
The Tides
The tides are rushing out
Just leaving me behind
Running to the ebbing
I cannot catch the surf
I’m stuck in the moment
My soul entwined in you
My heart is thrumming loss
Tuned to fading belief
The sloughing memories
Are leaving me exposed
To roam this empty beach
Must be my destiny…
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