There are birds in dark masses,
Prior to migration.
Collecting in marshes,
On ploughed land or green.
They heed a clear image
Of far destination.
Over great waters
They use sight unseen.
There are fish in the rivers,
Prior to spawning.
Battling strong currents,
Or leaping upstream.
Amazingly agile,
Unceasing their efforts.
Knowing no limits,
Though by sight unseen.
There are animal instincts
Prior to mating,
Send herds across deserts
To locate their dream.
No mountain or forest
Prevents the intention
Of ending their mission
Without sight unseen.
There are people, who living
Prior to meeting
Instinctively knowing
Such distance between
Will never be barrier
To love's culmination
Of waiting with longing,
Despite sight unseen.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sight-unseen/
