ghost future

chance, fate, and destiny

the three sisters set out on a journey.

they stroll down their garden path together,

laughing, smelling the roses.

the summer sun glows golden above them,

they have time.

 

they follow their trail through the forest,

beneath the trees, treading the shadows of the trees,

they weave through the brambles, brush vines from their way.

chance, fate and destiny tread through the shadows of the trees,

roses behind their ears

through the spiny vines and brambles

to reach the edge of the river.

 

the water rushes in front of them,

rushing wind toward their faces,

gust tufts that lift locks of their hair

to dance in the air next to the roses by their cheeks.

the petals flutter,

the river rushes deep green.

 

chance, fate and destiny clasp hands,

they link fingers.

their hair lifts towards the trees behind them.

 

the sisters face the water

they walk together into the river