A Road To The Unknown – A Poem

We walk a long, strange, and windy road 

To a place unknown.

The dewy rain falls as we move.

We hear the faint croak of a lonely toad 

 

This relentless path never appears to end

You and I walk through dim forests of fragrant trees and pass through deserts without any bees as we cross the bend 

 

This trail holds an unshakable feeling of home 

You and I… together without a worry in the world 

We pass a jolly gnome 

 

The thick rain soon transforms into delicate snow 

How long have we been on this trek?

Will we ever know?

 

We come upon a yellow-lit town 

The homes are decorated in green 

Every house is adorned in brown

 

The trail leads us through this place  

People are playing games and singing happy songs with much grace 

 

Though it’s cold, we feel warm 

I look at you… there is a smile on your face 

This feels nothing like a winters storm 

 

We continue to tread this hollow trail… we are met with rain once more 

For now, we are near a beach 

We dip our feet in the frosty shore 

 

The full moon is now beaming bright 

The water is lit just like the brightest light 

 

I look over at you 

Our hands brush one another only for a moment or two 

 

The trail leads us along 

Through foggy meadows where crickets sing their melodious song 

 

Our hands continue to brush 

Through the corner of my eye, I see you blush 

 

The road is growing older now 

 

I walk between the cracks in the ground 

 

The moon has stopped its glorious glow

There is not even a drop of rain or a flake of cold winters snow 

 

The cracks grow thicker in the grey pavement 

 

We continue on our journey

 

But our hands are no longer brushing 

And I can’t seem to see you blushing 

 

We walk for another mile or two 

Then, I look to my left… and I am met with the ghost of you 

 

This world I am in is not the same.

There is not a toad in sight 

No gnome that roams 

Not even a yellow-lit town with children playing their silly game 

 

It seems I have reached the end of this dreadful road 

Only, you are not here with me.

Where had you slowed?

 

 

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