The Path Ahead (Poets Round Table No. 201)
Beneath a luminescent orb, a path opens before me;
Untouched, unknown…pristine whiteness promising—newness unseen.
And yet it leads me away from you; or perhaps to a new you;
for we each have our own path—to mold us (forge us) for what’s to be.
It is a natural way for me: I strive to make a name
by charging towards such light from grasp; the great universe’s frame!
I get to where I think is There, and looking back I find this
new home’s missing warmth that kept my inner fire—my heartbeat’s lame.
And on and on the dreary trudge, no sought after comfort found,
‘Till heart is quiet, and soul is still, and in the silence; sound.
Soft pelting of rain, wind whispered song; heart lifted; a soul sings.
Then slowly I drift down, feet firmly placed upon the ground.
With every day that brings me forward, isn’t one left behind,
sad I cannot keep with me, all the treasures each day finds.
There’s a sadness in closing the book, caressing softly its cover,
I go, yet all this I’ll keep within the heart’s lock of poet’s rhyme.
The travel guide:
D.J. Myke: www.myspace.com/jmichaeltodd
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May You all have a wonderful New Year, wherever your paths lead you.