Lost And Found...

Having reached the cusp at last,
I only had to choose from the ways;
Should I pick based on my past,
I wondered, or fashion glorious days?

I heard nothing from the breeze,
Nor did the sun shine any new light;
The stars twinkled only to tease,
The moon as ever battled the night.

The rains scribbled on the ground,
Too quickly, and line upon line;
The rivers did make some sound,
But, do babbles ever have a design? 

I'd long been reading the leaves,
Those in the wind, and in my cup;
Would I ever decipher the weaves?
I did wonder if I should give up.

Yet, I'd borne the clue all along,
Only beyond the reach of my mind;
She found me in the thought throng,
Our fingers, our future again entwined.