The Meeting

It was a day like no other ethereal was the feeling in my soul my longings knew no border as hope soared in a thousand fold. The rendevous pointed out to the dot of 'i' the fine print sorted out to the cross of 't'. It was a date with destiny to me a 'fait accompli'. At the appointed time, i was on my way my feet a myrmride, setting the pace more like a tumbrel, wheeling me away no clogs as i totered through every maze. The spectacle was a deflation to my soul, a siren's rendition. All afore thoughts aflight a vernal season, light turned to night. I said the bye without a tear avoidind the Becos Para Golpes.