Fate

Do tempt us fate, tempt us for the days,

lovely ways, as late night finds us alone once more.

Broken by time, where darkness seldom stays,

as light should reveal us, confirm us, make us stronger.

Time is not the same as younger days before,

years growing short and winters longer.

No greater pain than love left unspoken,

that would haunt us us into our dreams and follow.

Nothing marks resilience as the man unbroken,

a branch bent in the wind, carrying the storm by night.

Beauty forever young is the dawn and fallow,

as pure as moonlit snow and dawn alight.

In words secret and silent our all is given,

a thing quietly proclaimed, a heart's secret desires.

In affection and more our passions are driven,

guiding hands to navigate the unseen work of creation. 

And human hopes fuel the ever burning fires,

to credit us dearly in our humble station.

Nightfall comes searching for the morn,

a signal beacon and light, might we tomorrow rise.

Our life is new and in the morning sun is born,

even we here too, strangers and friends might find love.

To search is to discover and find, a final prize,

to breathe once more and to rise above.

Brian Francis Hudon

January 26, 2020