Timed

For almost nine years we looked up into the night sky,
Witnessed the seven stars, ever present,
Three, lined in the center,
Four, one in each corner as if to keep the former safe.

For almost nine years we looked up in silence,
Knowing little of what shapes and directions our paths would take,
Even less of what we would meet as we went along.

For almost nine years we stood there wondering,
About answers to no questions,
About emotions of no dimensions.

Everything has been timed. So perfectly that it fills the base layer beyond our understanding. Like eventually learning the names of the stars after years of anonymous admiration.

Saiph, Betelgeuse, Rigel and Orion are the loyal guards to the jewels Alnilam.

At its appointed time, things that are will not ever cease to be.
Right now, this is it.
Right now, it is this.