The Empty Road

The wind blew for a moment

                        The mist and fog captured the moonlight

                                    And the ordinarily enlightening rays formed an opaque wall

           Around the voiceless street sign that stood erect

                                                            And in that moment, the wind blew me by

 

The empty road stands before me

I can see the myriad of stars above me �"

Tiny pin-pricks of hot gas, illuminating their nighttime agenda

I connect the dots of light and form a picture

Of Truth

 

The empty road traverses my mind

I can see the myriad of stars below me �"

As the nighttime crudely outlines each spot of light,

I can see your perceived worlds, each holding a piece

Of Truth

                        But the pieces will never be positioned in the right places the form its picture.

 

            Why am I on this pedestal?

            I cannot remember if you put me up here or if I climbed.

            Regardless, it’s cold and windy and I can see too many stars from here and it makes me

                        Uncomfortable and

                                    Lonely.

 

                                    Did you know your light burns orange?

                                    I cannot tell you if that’s a good color or not

                                    But it’s a color, and that alone is good

 

I travel the empty road

It’s strange how different the dots of light are

                        As far away from each other as they are from mine

And yet there they all are

                        And yet here is mine

Our pieces of Truth all exist together,

            Alone.

 

The empty road comes to a dead end.

I can see the myriad of stars in front of me

I try to connect the dots of light and form a picture

Of Truth

            But the dots will not connect with each other

They cannot see the Truth of their own existence

            And the missing pieces are scattered throughout the night sky

Signaling the answer of Truth to the travelers on the empty road

 

I reach into my soul and pull out a dazzling light

I place my piece of Truth among the rest

The blackness envelopes around me

            And I walk through the dead end.

 

Reviews

[Lee Rhodes]

THis is absolutely beautiful! Last time I read something this good I had my face buried in a Bradbury book! I hope you realize how talented you are!

[Just Kim]

This is wonderful, Like your style so far

[ALaceWonder]

I LOVED this, so much.
I will definitely be back to read more of your writing!