Destiny’s Signature
By John Herlihy

Our destiny falls upon all of us,
Like a winter cloak in summer.
Our life’s events identify us,
With our signature etched in color.
This is how it would have to be,
If it were ever going to be at all.
I speak from the well of acceptance,
My throaty whisper in reluctance.
Intimacies are there to behold,
Dark secrets that will never be told.
Forget not my angel, my companion solitude,
I remember its mercy, an endearing solicitude.
Destiny’s signature lived once; never jotted down,
To disappear with quiet wind, never again found.