Paths

Our paths
Have run
In parallel
Started at times
At variance
Each with the other
Drifting away
But returning
Coming close
But returning
Mine oft crooked
While your own
Die straight in its purity
But yet we remain
Faithful
Each to our own
Unmarked
Invisible
Route
Drawing us on
To that point
In infinity
Where finally
Meeting
Is an inevitability
Where disparity
Becomes
Inseparability
And future journeys
Are made
In the joyous warmth
Of our companionship


Terry Rhiannyr
January, 2013