The Road Less Traveled

is sometimes a bitter price to pay
for the adventure of the unknown
familiar comforts are left astray

I chose this road, and this is where I am
Alone, weary from my journey
I see the horizon I seek
But may no longer want

Its too late to turn back now
To that place in time
Where I turned from you
for the glory of the road less traveled.

But Sometimes

This is why

I have learned to stop loving

I Am Beginning To Wonder...

No I Am NOT Fine!

For Once

I rather be loved truly by one
than adored by many....

Clenched Soul

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.

-Pablo Neruda-