For lovers, a destiny;
a simple reunion of separated substance.
For these atoms have come a long, long way.
Humans all of one shape and fabric;
each merely awaits the muted atavist call.
For these Adams have come a long, long way.
Nights collect stories, nights collect yearning.
Every day’s preceding eve to precede another eve’s beginning.
For these eves have come a long, long way.
We spend those nights yearning for familiarity.
To certain beings simply are we drawn; with whom are we one.
For these Eves have come a long, long way.
A long, long way.
Transcending time, formed from clay.
A long, long way.
Love not arbitrary, none led astray.
A long, long way.
I love you, for it can be no other way.
Tony Blau Veldt, 01/01/2018