Serendipity by M. Everett Hinckley © 2006
I was going to a dark place, seeking emptiness and absolution,
I anointed myself and dawned a warriors face and dress,
"To glory in self, like a new monster",
Hoping to mingle with the ancient ones and other strange beings,
Seeking a divining sign, I was precise and quietly driven.
I found tenderness and passion instead,
Foes and the timid were frightened by my visage,
But she was not, nor was I of her.
I saw she was in need of assistance and a brief act of kindness,
She immediately saw through my disguise, straight to my lost soul,
Glimpsed my true face, and returned my favor 10-fold,
She was drunk, beer goggling me with sweet innocence,
She gave me serendipity and unexpected bliss.
Her eyes were enchanting, her lips supple as a rose petal,
Her nape, warm and inviting, hallowed with the fresh scent of fading soap,
She does not recognize her profound beauty.
The touch of her hand was too infrequent and hesitant,
She was so young and in need, her friends cautiously witnessed,
We will see if she calls, now that the Absinthe has worn off,
The glory of a new spring morn has announce new momentum,
Maybe she will call, but "some are born to endless night".
