The Road Not Taken

o! wistful glances, linger not as the sands of time slip away

upon the road not taken -

which, unbeknownst to thy eyes, was destined to lead thy wandering feet astray.

o! feeble, trembling fingers; rap not frantically in vain

on doors since shut and barred -

unaware that behind the keyhole; lie imprisonment, gloom and pain.

o! quivering lips, tearful eyes who accompany memories of songs unsung

and burdens of unspoken words -

forget not, sweetest are the melodies that rise from the heart; not those emerging from thy tongue.

o! lingering hopes that grow along the walls of this hurting, heavy heart

seek not that which is gone -

hearken not the beckons, behold not the glimpses of that which was destined to depart.

Perhaps, the little lamp was doused, for he were not made to glimmer and shine

through the thunderstorm -

Perhaps, all that thou lost, thou lost, for they never were meant to have been thine...

Seldom do the gentle stars vie the Sun, as he shineth mighty and steadfast

knowing he steps back with grace -

at the brink of every dusk. Perhaps, all that were lost, were lost...

to make room for that which will last.

- The Tranquill Poet 🤍

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