Holding hands with fate


Slowly my eyes adjust
to the brightness of the morning
the early sunlight caresses my skin
the gentle breeze stroking my hair
I turn towards destiny
and look her in the eye
not afraid to accept
what she has in store
she stands in full glory
proud and strong
answering the question
reflecting in my eyes
with a warm and loving smile
giving me the strength
to face the future
holding hands with fate

Clautje West 2000