When We Cross

Somewhere deep inside, rattling
my bones, making music with bow
across tendon, you smile
in your way, and I can see
deep in your eyes that I was always
meant to be here.

Maybe I never understood
myself: or maybe I never accepted
what I was meant to be.

Maybe fear clutched me a little too tightly.

But I see my stars and how they
always align, despite my stubborn
stance that they do not dance for me.

One day we’ll stand in front
of the great expanse.
Hand in hand we’ll step into
the brilliant morning of our destiny.