Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The path


There is a path
A path I walk
It is a shaded path
More ballroom
For dancing shadows
That flit and flirt
Amongst the debris
Of the path

There is a path
A path I walk
More a line between
This side and the next
I try to stay this side
And like Odysseus
Not hear the siren song
Of the next

There is a path
A path I walk
Marked by footsteps
Dried dusty imprints
The whispering indents
Of other lives
Shades dancing
In the shadows of my path

There is a path
A path I walk
It disappears
Around the bend
The bend is close
Yet not close enough
I want to walk around the bend
And go onto the next

There is a path
A path I walk
I want to stop for now
I will be back
Again sometime
Then, perhaps I will walk
That path with less pain

Than the last

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