The Path

The Path winding down a lonely path one sad and sunny day a man with curls of golden then passed across my way i smiled a genuine smile though one he did not return my brow furrowed in question he surely sensed my concern i saw a tear had fallen and grazed his ivory skin as though he'd lost a lover or some dear beloved kin i placed my hand upon his shoulder and he removed it with a frown my heart pulsed hurt and wounded then silently we sat down i brushed aside a lock of gold to view his blue green eyes and amazingly they struck me as if they were funneled from the skies this penetration saddened me as i felt a shiver run through i believe had others witnessed this they would have felt it too soon not long thereafter my eyes felt a dampness of their own this was indeed a sacred creature whom i felt that i had known i then closed my eyes to remember where we had met before while the tears kept running swiftly and my heart i felt had tore i realized my eyes had opened and that the sun had become dull darkness began to come on quickly and guilt had overcome my soul i stared deeply at him in wonder what was he trying to say his eyes said " listen harder and i will show you the way" i hurt inside of my body and that hurt was hot and real i turned again to glance beside me and the man begun to kneel i too bowed in curiosity and i felt a strange unknown as the man who kneeled beside me began to wretch and moan i felt his voice come through me his vibrations were my own i wept and swayed in agony for this feeling i'd never known the pain seemed it were killing i felt i would not live inside i pleaded for one more chance and for anything i'd give suddenly i was jerked upright, the saddened sun was too a laugh escaped my swollen lips my spirit felt anew i turned to question the man beside me to ask him what'd been done all left in view where he'd been was the setting evening sun the man had showed me something that i hadn't found on my own he left me with the strangest feeling that i had ever known