It had been raining

It had been raining

That first time

His hair damp

The curls, cursed so often

Hung about his face

Over his ears

In disconcert

The sight of her

So carefully coiffed

Framed in the light

From the door

His thoughts immediately

Disarrayed

Such a thing as this

An unlikely happening

As brief a moment

As a starburst

A blackbird cawed

In mocking tone

Its impression

Matching his

In the starkness of

Its appraisal

This glimpse of heaven

Would be fleeting

His heart skipped

Several times

In its uneven beating

What happened then

To move the distance

Closer

A divide

That once seemed

As unbridgeable

As the river Styx

Without payment

To the ferryman

Became a bond

Unbreakable

Even as the curls fell

A precious

Inexplicable love

Sustained

Through all the ages

Remaining still

A thing of mystery

And of wonder

How come this meeting?

Did she step down

Into

Did he step up

Out of

Or was there an inevitably

Of outcome

From the moment

Two souls

Lost in slumber

Were suddenly

Awakened.