Crossing of Paths
Wandering in the wasteland
of the denuded life desolate,
the sinuous track took me
to the terrain of nowhere.
I was entangled in the encircling web
of enigmatic conundrum,
should I escape from decay delirium,
I couldn’t decide.
The ingrained imprint indelible
of the turning wheel of time,
twisted out of tormenting tangle
of the tortuous trail of the past,
steered with the promise of pride
my beleaguered mind out of the maze,
showed me the pathway
to the fervent fountain of the future.
I’d break the invisible barrier there,
you had built in seclusion
around your secret garden,
the blooming flowers hidden from me.
As I’d saunter there suffused with
the shine of the sunburst new dawn,
I’d wish before I walk the last mile,
our paths would cross.
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September 13, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
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