Roadway Poem by Tsani Jones

As I look down the ribbon
Of drab, gray concrete
I wonder:
Is it a right, or a left
That takes me to your door?

I wish I had a map,
A compass, anything
To light my path
Draw my way
To the one I love...

Yet you hide in
Shadow and dreams still,
Like the ghost
Of all I have
Ever been.

The fissure concealed
in your soul is small,
A crack that waits
For the final moment of my
Love to locate you and burst it wide.

I begin to walk, slowly,
Old aches and pains,
Battle wounds from ancient wars
Present themselves and
Then fade in motion...

You are a part of it all-
You are the core,
Every waking second
Another gentle brush stroke
In the masterpiece of romance.

My words will never last,
My face shall fade away
Like flowers at the cusp
Of the wintry edge
But love is our soil...

Every step in my power
My pursuit
Is the heavy footfall
Of the infamy
That cradles two hopeless lovers.

The grandest hope
Of the gods' greatest saga
Is that this pain, this road
Brings my weariness to
Safety in your arms.