Borne on a comet she rides the heavens as if hers alone
A fiery trailing tall composed of her flowing hair, showing where she has been but for a moment, as not to let you trace her steps..
Here and gone in an instant to distant places she has roamed, hoping
to find a supposed end to her wandeding, to find a heart she
could call home..
Lond ago, by chance, I saw her, a glimpse of all the possibilities in the infancy of our lives but timing was not right then and paths
not of our making..
At this very moment, though, our alignment makes our crossing imminent and I await her appearance to continue the
journey together.....

Things always change, but, if we look hard enough, we can find that some things do last forever...