Fated.
We follow the orbit of a lost star,
you and I, sharing telemetry - irresistably drawn.
No mere convenience or random circumstance,
you are north to south in the spin of my life.
We are guided by quantum ghosts,
whispering across the noise of the cosmos,
and we float apon it with radiant glow,
blown gently through our lives determined.
Long live this dependence,
this vital alignment - this happenstance.
May this remain beautiful and rare,
- our wondrous mystery.