Foxtrot with Destiny

Your hand
Upon my heart
Moves and makes me
Shimmer like stars
All that you wish I must be
So much sand
Into the hour glass
Or fired for the porcelain
Clad chronicles
Fashioned for Lads to
Follow and Ladies to remember
I am ember
Chastened by the breath
Of your bellow, a small fellow
shallow in my deepest daydream
Infinite by measures
I have yet to truly ponder
And wander wondering
Sundering reason from happenstance
Dancing this foxtrot
With destiny

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