Serendipity.
All the random pieces coming together
in one beautiful, enlightened moment.
Did you used to believe, too?
Serendipitous.
Two random people coming together
in one beautiful, foolish moment.
Did you think we weren't too young?
I named the child Poetry, after the sound of your voice.
She speaks with spinning infinity, just like the look in your eyes.
She loves like the trees love the sun, just like they were the day we were together.
The day we became serendipity.
Was it really random?
Or is random not random at all?
She was born the first of October, just like you might've wanted.
She looks at the sky and puts it back together, just like you might've wanted.
She showed me all is beautiful, just like we might've been.
