Ambrosia
As my feet travel across this morning rain
my mind is content with the touch of the soft dirt.
It is in this doleful twilight of the soul
the walls between my ego and this world fall -
leaving my mind to awaken to the Ambrosia this Earth would give us freely,
if it were not for our own self-indulgence.
-A
Do not go the path less taken.
The sand lay beneath me weaving in gentle ways
do not go the path less taken they say.
The feet I have. Sore and heavy
this burden is mine alone to pay.
The rising sun no longer my friend,
I make this journey alone.
Do not go the path less taken they say
but this burden is mine alone.
Forlorn and sad I take my path,
wandering the dunes.
Footsteps behind me evanesce,
the happiness I had so quickly hewn.
Fated to wander, my lot in life
with no rock to ground me.
Do not go the path less taken they say
this burden is mine alone to pay.