Direction

Crunch of the snow as I walk on them

Muffled by the howling wind.

Air wet and frigid; I bend my head down

Protecting my naked face from the biting cold

As if in respect to the harsh weather.

Rhythmic marching; one step at a time

Not a creature in sight; an unwelcome eerie.

This night seems to be long.

Awaiting in anticipation; a flicker of light,

The warmth and the coziness of bed.

I wish someone was walking with me.

My hurried steps wander; homebound.

The blurry slush, squelching as I drag my feet.

I’ve defined my path, so no turning back.

I’ll defend it; until I hit the high wall.

Crossing a bridge; rickety and narrow.

The black of the water shimmer

The moon’s imperfect reflection; dances.

Teasing me of my situation. Ah! An irony.

Wait in the wings I will; quiet and patient.

Squeezing the compass in my hand, I continue.

I turn a bend and find myself at crossroad.

Two narrow path fork; which one now?

Halting in my footsteps, I gaze as far as I could

Do I see any signs of light? Far away?

Those thoughts reach me again.

My fingers caressing your face.

The scar on your nose; you were conscious about.

I really liked them. Have I told you that?

Sure, its not relevant now; is it?

I cast my eyes again on the forks.

I need to pick a path and continue.

Its gotten late. I feel so lonely.

Guess I should keep walking.

And I wish you were walking with me.