The Crossroads
Silent warnings echo from all directions
Ink smudged skies tell a tale of woe
Stained tracks mark well the path I have traveled
No moon lights the way at the crossroads
Shadows conceal the flawless pavement
Smooth and even, it beckons me forward
Sights and sounds both familiar and foreboding,
No blanket comforts me at the crossroads
Trees give way to a graveled lane
Fresh cut limbs reveal a path untraveled
Lingering promises of danger and adventure
No rail prevents a fall at the crossroads
Glints of light line a street of brick
Hints of spring bud in jagged cracks
Harmonic dissonance colors a gentle summer shower
No shield stops the raindrops at the crossroads
Silent warnings fade into curious whispers
Amber tones spill hope into woeful darkness
A rising sun lends its warm light to the paths ahead
No excuses – life moves forward at the crossroads
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