On A Road Less Traveled
By J. S. Monti
And now in the autumn of my life.
I come upon a road less traveled
The wind is nothing more than a pleasant breeze
Gently blowing, it playfully caresses my body. Cooling and soothing.
The sun burns brightly in a cloudless, azure blue sky.
Healing scars that have been life’s reminders of troubled times.
My heart sings and speaks to me.
My steps along this path are light and sure.
Purposefully marching towards an endless horizon of possibilities.
Music fills the air from birds carefully hidden in trees with full lush boughs.
A shade of green unlike any seen by mortal man. Reserved for long forgotten gods of time past.
This garden in which love abounds.
Peace grips my soul. In wave upon wave of serene warmth, it heals old wounds. Some, still bleeding.
The oceans rhythmic, unrelenting pounding of the shore is stilled here. It lies calm.
So as to appear not to move at all. Not even a wave upon a deep blue mirror finish.
Which sparkles and dances like light from a prism. Making the fish look surreal which live there.
The white sand of the beach lies unmarked. Pristine, flawless. Spreading out for miles in either direction.
My footsteps simply fading as if someone walked behind me and erased there very existence.
It was then I noticed you stood beside me. My muse. My confidante’ and lover.
Ne’er a dissenting word spoken through lips so red and full. Eyes so kind and loving.
Shine from within and speak volume’s from the depths of your soul. In them, all beauty resides.
Long and graceful legs mark your movement. Only enhancing the ambiance that is you.
A rush of loving warmth fills me as you grab my hand tightly, our fingers intertwine.
Making this moment the happiest of my existence. To no longer walk alone in a fools paradise.
