SOME ELUSIVE HOPED FOR DESTINY

Some elusive hoped for destiny.
By james a. galgano

Bless the lost lonely fool who has lost his way travelling to find love in descending night.
He has found himself in limbo searching for someone's guiding light.
The comfort of such a feeling would be enough to awake to face one more day alone.
Waiting in front of unfriendly screen or for one call from errant phone.
Where no call is forthcoming while we wait for sunset like rabbit escaping hunting or capture death by design.
This is where we must all seem to be when love is never forthcoming stars un-aligned.
There we often feel like wayward dominoes as each crash upon each other with no destination found.
Leaving us adrift within some kaleidoscope devolving into words and intent never written or never sound.
Leaving us to face what we hope for and long to be though it may never happen.
We pursue it still hoping by some fleeting chance it may be by some miracle our hoped-for destiny.