Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Pathways

Guess how many times
I have walked these empty paths
In the dark, in the cold
With the winds blowing past
Pushing me aside
Cold, but yet warm
Remembering to me
The soft caress of your hushed voice
Your breath against my skin.
Guess how many times, my love
I have walked these folorn paths
Leaves gusting by
In multitudes
In serenades of the times
Long past, long fallen
Long forgotten.
Guess how many times
I have walked along this path
Reminiscing
A solid squall of winter white
Cold and alone
Yet happily alone
Walking through the crisp snow
Trodding through with footprints mine
Guess how many times my love
I have carved your name
On this folorn path.