He said it well when struggling to know
‘two roads diverged in the wood’*
and then we found ourselves
standing alone again.
We walked a path together
hands held, looking ahead
not knowing where just
feeling the crisp spring air.
Stood on a river bank,
sat in the dried mud,
our elbows propped so
we could feel shoulders,
smiles in recognizing the
fisherman across the river,
his dog bounding nearby,
wondering if he might see us;
I remember I didn’t mind,
because I was with her,
and no one could ever
take away a moment in the sun.
With the one I love,
I remember wanting the hours
forever, to keep our hearts
warm with the passion of day.
This one day, there were many
this way, where we could walk
in the sight of day, and love
one another until the stars …
It was then we began to know the night
sky would beckon our realities home.
*Robert Frost – The Road Not Taken
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
