The Reflective Path

Some say the experiences and encounters along life's paths and ways, it's the journey that we're on, the sibling rivalry, the parental guides in each direction gone, from birth to death we do our best on the earthly scene come what may in the in-betweens. I don't see it that way despite the tears my eyes grow more cataract in arrears over these fading years. This path, this life's perpetual dance, molds and form us with our stories to be told by circumstance is a journey full of plans and accidents unbound love is given and is taken, is lost and in forever found to keep us ever on the path we cast along with earthbound spirits of the past. I've walked it all these years in ice and fire, teetering and tight roped on the wire toes and feet are well worn and body tired. Now time, is catching up, passing by in the roadside signs once slow and precise, occasionally on pause takes a look back in the mirror with quiet sigh and applause reflections of thoughts in my mind wanderings to look telling me to be grateful for the journey and the path I took. I have regrets, not always won they will never be undone forgive me each and every one. But you cajoling and supporting every possible view ever by my side, my lover and my guide as time took not once measured by directions in the book but ever forward, bold and innocent, sinner and repentant the path was clouded then cleared, forged unlamented. I'm grateful for this life, of living in the day happy to have been and still be here upon the way what more can I say; It's the reflection over time that lasts bound by images and dreams refined and now passed lives are drawn and quartered imprinted by the paths we cast.