Supposedly, Destiny Poem by Sue Sure

Destiny, essentially,
I founded on myself
A hill of roses
Washed and frozen
Anything beneath me fell
A thousand tides
A thousands words
And they've never left my mouth
Slightly receding, as the moonlight
Lulls around
Destiny, perhaps we'll see
More on the morning sun
For often times, the dreams decide to rise
As light correctly hits your eyes
I can already imagine the silent piercing of the night
a single beam, a ray, floating
Swiftly
Just to reach my eye.
Supposedly, a destiny, perhaps, maybe, essentially,
Is as the rising sun (just to reach my eye)


(Some may argue, some may wonder, some may shout the moon, yet in stillness and in quiet evenings, destiny can be the moon and the sun and among the stars I cannot say with full sureness, for though I know it still is shaken and dusted with clouds)