Destiny's Pen Poem by Danilo Cabrera

a draft blew open a book so empty
blank pages flitted till the last entry
smeared writing on tear drenched paper
the end vanished into water vapor

left abandoned on a bench by the lake
I still wonder if that was mistake
it held the fable that you and I wrote
the greatest love story I must denote

now I imagine in those blank pages
unseen words continuing through the ages
recorded in verse with destiny's pen
full of fantasies I have now and then

as if I could go back there just in case
that text could still be there on the same place
and the book became your hand holding mine
in a way that our palm lines would align

not letting years like these pages be spent
conceived in sorrow, lost in lament
and once again we could skip across the pond
into the far horizon and beyond.