You were the bonfire
With piercing eyes and
Intoxicated but melancholy voice
From the onset you steeped in
Light as feather, delight as cold drink in summer
The origin of joy and pleasure
Scattered on your narrow shoulders
Autumn color of your hair, sunlight beam
Through the key hole of a dusty air
A road to my heart was carpeted, red and green
From the onset of your arrival
My destiny was set
With no alternatives, no
deviation
I say this was my destiny
You say that was a coincident
A point in space and time
With many variables, many outcomes
