Maybe next time
What cruel twist of fate it is
that our paths were meant to cross
at a time when everything aligned
and conspired at our cost
We convince ourselves "another time,
a different life, some other place"
because karmic interference
is easier to face.
I wonder will there come a time
the pain becomes so great
that you abandon life with one unloved
and pursue a leap of faith
You see I lack the strength I need
to turn and walk away
and so I sit and wait in hope
you'll come to me one day.
heather wilkins
this is an interesting poem. I could elaborate on your point of view. But Iwon't go into it. maybe next time.
this is an interesting poem. I could elaborate on your point of view. But Iwon't go into it. maybe next time.
Ron Peat
Paths that conjoin; paths that diverge; paths that cross and go on their way. Much is said by stating only one in a choice of many. Even paths that are parallel or concentric, above and below. A very interesting point presented to the reader as the paths that aligned or reflected each other in a unique time, place, and space. Much is left in the arms of hope, but to know the divine is cosmic. "one day" the vortex will center in another way, and a whole new universe will be known within the many. A poet friend./RH Peat
Paths that conjoin; paths that diverge; paths that cross and go on their way. Much is said by stating only one in a choice of many. Even paths that are parallel or concentric, above and below. A very interesting point presented to the reader as the paths that aligned or reflected each other in a unique time, place, and space. Much is left in the arms of hope, but to know the divine is cosmic. "one day" the vortex will center in another way, and a whole new universe will be known within the many. A poet friend./RH Peat
Loved this! Profound meaning in this write! Wow...Nadine