Archive for January 8, 2011

The road ahead



You shook my hand, a hastely  embrace and then ‘t was real

You went away  from me to think how  you would feel

My cruel enemy became the scenic road ahead

With every step you took from me,  I felt a bit more dead


A shiver in the woodlands, a breeze of winter air

I looked, the road ahead of me was empty and still there

But you were gone,  you were already out of sight

The shortest day  turned sneaky into the longest night


The road that lay ahead had now become your past

You had your precious freedom given then at last

I did hate that road for months and every mile it’s long

Till the day that you came back to me and where you do belong


The road ahead can’t  always be a highway

The years we lived our lifes  in drama are now gone

I hope the road will just be long and peacefull

And that I’ll have you all the time along


We might at times be challenged by  a sidetrack

Detours,  some sad old bridges to be crossed

But everytime we shall  find the road  back

On  this  journey none of us gets lost.


The path will climb and lead us up the mountain

So we can see what lays ahead of us

We won’t  as much look  back over our shoulders

To places were we came from,  or to the past that was.




This one is an entry for Jingles Potluck  (And I stuck with the theme!)

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