Midway

The road was dark in the midst of day
A resemblance of last October all around:
the smell of rain, black clouds surrounding.
Stretched before me, the same old road.
And all the while the birds flocked South
with an expectation of a breezier home.
I, against the wind with a much bigger hope-
a prior lifetime and still, I remember-
the fork in the road.
It all seems fuzzy now,
but I think I made a right
and yet,as I turn back,
it may have been a wrong.
Confronting the storm is so difficult
when the rain just bruises your face-
it’s harsh drops almost comfort as they hide
the reality- What is that?
But only a reference point
and we all have to say, point blank-
It’s us.

Love and The World

Love: an absurd vision
in the mirror of hate-
a need, a void, a song-
in the distance-
only heard by the innocent.

In the garden where Hope roams,
I danced with Faith as Cupid wept.
His arrow bent into itself
and on his knees- the Angel fell.

The world: a board of chess
and I- the pawn of choice-
played in abandonment
while the King and Queen adored.

Their shadows one upon
the other- followed.
And I, out in the ring
struggled with Destiny-
until Felicity seized.

Artemis ran through
as fear overcame her strength,
but in the end, she hovered
until Infinity came.