The animals move about me as if made of water. In slow-motion, they move through the night guided by the lights from where they came. From where I came, and she too. Perhaps we were both born in the heart of the same dying star which is why we were always meant to find each other, time and time again. Perhaps our souls are made of the same stuff, which is why the music we make speaks to the animals the way it does, bringing us together where others would’ve drifted away. With the moon peeking through the branches of the trees, the trees part to reveal the blinking lights of some faraway town. So many lives I have never known. So many lovers, some being born with others on the verge of destruction. The music they make drifts to my ears, tickling my brain in strange new ways. I can smell it too. Can make out the aroma of beating hearts. Hearts aligning, and hearts out of place. Sniffing the air, such smells make me bark out of delight. Would never have before known that such magic was commonplace, that behind every pair of eyes there was something more, something that language could never interpret, nor the minds of those caught in the storm caused by the changing tides of love. Coming to a halt, I look up at the stars, and in the celestial patterns that spread from one side of the sky to the other, I understand that love, true love, isn’t about choice. It’s not something we can control. It’s an element the same as the air we breathe and the water that brings with it life. I finally come to realise that love comes from the blood of God and that across the vast seas of time, there are some souls destined to find their way back to one another no matter the obstacles involved. In the cold, stinging air that fills my lungs, such truths are as bright and as stark as the glow of the moon, hanging there above me. As the animals sway beneath it, enchanted by its mysteries, I understand. I know what I am. That flesh is as meaningless as everything else, and that the only thing that matters is the music of the heavens. The music of true love- of the journey of two souls swimming through those seas of time, drawn not through choice, but through design. By the hand of some higher power who remains hidden in plain sight, watching his children continue the dance he set in motion so long ago.