A Path In The Road

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 ~

I Wish, Sometimes

I could write what I feel,

I mean,


not just the words that sound


rather I would cherish

the opportunity to state my mind,

what happens when a world is crushed

we are left to pick up the pieces

but they lay there

strewn about the psyche

for hours, day, this will be weeks

when I might finally

look back

and see the beauty,

even more elegance than I may see right now,

when I can see the


not the



I do so wish I could speak my mind,

instead of what I believe she might want to hear,

though that matters little anymore,

she doesn’t wish for anything

that is a reminder,

only the reasons why not.


Oh it might be sad to imagine,

love lost,

unrequited passion,

left in the hands of judgment,

no fault being tallied about,

and the sadness endured,

after all,

I cannot really say what I want to say,

here …


Take this burden off of my hands

and let me recall the silent dullness

that has defined my existence



well one day she did,

and I’ve not been able to forget,

and wish never to lose the moment,

when she did,

she would

walk freely into my hands,

my eyes, my smile, my simple existence


drawn to survive in the memory of her.

~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~

to Zelda