This Piece might be Commonly interpreted as a done deal. But I am no common interpreter of Anything, so will only submit that it is redolent of and replete with the sense of a destiny most profound indeed. And its a good Poem, too.
Beneath the shadow of Adams Peak He met a moon goddess In voiceless repose. A heart sculpted from a still life Found motion under her Mysterious musing. Bathed in her luna light His senses trembled, His secrets ached.