Two Lovers Diverge
Two Roads Diverged in the Woods
Said; Robert Frost.
This is about the other road.
TWO LOVERS DIVERGE
Inseparable in university days,
Loving botany in myriad of ways,
We dreamed as one each night,
Entranced, same stars in sight,
Our fantasy the Appalachian trail,
Science was the official tale,
Yet, what circled our mind,
delights in each other, sure to find,
A journey of days we laughed, prepared,
No fear, trepidation, nothing scared,
As the beginning of the Tarot fool,
All would be as a precious jewel,
Our discoveries on the trail we shared,
Excited, happy, so focused, what we bared,
Nights we chatted stumbling over the other,
Love softly spoke, blinded, going further,
Many days, tiring treks, weather, and hail,
Our energy sometimes did fail,
Then a wave of love, again did rise,
beauty shimmered in those eyes,
One day, I know not when,
Our interest did not blend,
Trees I felt, loved, was fauna warmed her delight,
Different sparks, thus we studied at night,
Less and less common arose a test,
Whether climbing or at rest,
Of mundane we talked, of weather, of camp,
Words fell down, flickered, it was an empty lamp,
Her spite and anger, would flair,
Emotions I couldn’t settle nor prepare,
Many days, we trekked, two by two, alone,
I, she I think, looked past, we saw home,
Confused, begin again?
Impediments others never passed, we, I, her, overcame,
Yet, did sands flow down, now time depart,
I sighed, in pain, alone, to start,
As they say; I counted the cost,
Joy, love, wonder, all to be forgotten, lost,
I traveled long, was late, never love again?
But, I can live in these clouds, shadows, rain,
I don’t know. I wait. I wait.
By James Kirk-Wiggins
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