Walking Paths

Seems we do have similar needs,

our steps reach out to discover

new horizons

fresh ideas

all designed to enhance ideals.

 

Dreams are made to understand

there is fiction in our lives,

we demonstrate

commiserate

until sometime farther away …

 

When I was a young boy things,

well the real parts of my life

happened

tragedy occurred

I was left wondering about reality.

 

And then suddenly she smiled,

I felt like I might breathe again,

if only

because her

heart echoed the sounds of freedom.

 

We choose to live because we love,

when our hearts choose to break,

quiet resolve

true identity

is our understanding of compassion.

 

I walked this short path with you,

we would end up on other roads

soft memory,

we knew love

and only then the night chill began …

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