When The Time Is Right
Fate will intervene

He whispers on the ocean breeze calling upon his love,
Eagle wings fly high above and carry his words afar,
Clouds croon the chorus to speed things on their way,
Looking for that set of ears; like a finely tuned radar.
******
He holds his patience close, trepidation within his belief,
Leaves it to the universe knowing his words will gain traction,
What is meant for him will heed the love so gracefully whispered,
Succession granted with a surprised smile, his welcomed reaction.
******
Time took its toll, due to the miles traversed,
She wallowed by the water edge,
He scampered in the red dirt,
Until a time and place that suited, to meet on a serendipitous ledge.
******
Her smile brightened his world, causing light to wash away his darkness,
Doubt receded and two hearts whispered in glory,
The future is here, the past now mesmerised into submission,
Days theirs; days to finish off their story.
******
Dreams awakened in slumber now grace forward thinking minds,
Banishing the past nightmares that tormented in hues,
Peace is welcomed into open arms,
Sweeping away the drudgery of the once harrowing blues.
******
He stands strong and wards her of her nemesis,
He understands she has her own inbuilt strength,
But with pride they join as one, to battle through together,
Diminishing the outer world, keeping trouble at arms-length.
******
From here stands the test of time,
Will the unity end in torment or perish only upon death?
I think they’ve paid with time for any past crime,
And hearts will continue to fill, until one takes their last breath.

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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.



Comments (5)
Gorgeous and inspiring!!
Very heart touching
This was sooo emotion. I loved it!
perfect story!
Sweet! ⚡♥️⚡