The Cross roads.


The cross roads,
I remember now;
Carrying loads,
Of wilderness.


In memory’s palace,
My perfect room-
And the dreams
That love would bloom,
In togetherness;
And quicken my steps,
In hopeful haste,
Onwards,
To meet and rest.


But now I stand,
Alone and stare,
The home is quiet,
Cold and bare,
The sun’s set,
So I look and yearn,
By the distant,
Lights that burn,
The earths smells 
Familiar,
But seems-
Unknown.


Vertigo,
Is from,
An earthly flight,
That spins our world,
Ever so slight,
So I trace my steps,
Back to the spot,
Where we had met,
But from where I got
Lost, to only learn-
The directions of
A wrong turn.