When my hand first reached for you,
I felt it then.
The power coursed through your veins,
ever branching probabilities,
limitless possibilities,
I marked each step and mapped each path,
etching in my mind your destiny.
To fly, to soar, to fall, to break,
to lie beneath the earth
or yet to shake it to its foundations.
Live, love, long within for the experience
of every emotion that bursts
like the pulp of an overripe fruit.
One who serves, is served,
writes the annals of history or
is entombed within its archives.
BE, and that is all that I may demand.