Pathways...

A road never seems lonely.

It is patient, it is waiting,

Expectant like the slow soft burn,

Fire can turn us ash, but also burn away our impurity

A road can never be empty,

It is filled with stories gently rolling,

Like clouds of a soft rain

Like winds of a spring night

And the most important of all,

The promise that a road is part of,

Two lovers, standing tall, walking straight,

joined hands, entwined gaze.

That is where you and I are headed,

That is what we are going to do,

I’ll walk by your side, I’ll stand in front of you,

the former in love, the latter in harm.