An Advent of Sense

We are merely shadows only walking figments We are just reflections of the refracted pigments. We are compositions of elemental patience Or maybe just hormonal joy and then frustration... And I'm having a hard time Reading your signs Love shouldn't be this hard for me to find. And I'm wishing I could read your mind. I'm a smart girl but I've got dumb luck sometimes. What if we are sculptures of paintings of sketches If we are saving graces from the amazing wretches. What if I'm an asteroid and you're an aligning planet Or maybe I'm a girl and you're really just a man, it's scary... That I'm having a hard time Reading your signs Love shouldn't be this hard for me to find. That I'm wishing I could read your mind. I'm a smart girl but I've got dumb luck sometimes.

A path, a path, and a path I see Extended now in front of me. And in many paces there lies a bend With a transparent start and an opaque end. Each is thick laden by nature's green hand And oppose in direction to promising land. The first is well-trod and ensures happy days But what is joy procured in such deviant ways? The next is straightforward and easy to see, But requires almost no effort from me. The third path is rocky and winds purposefully To cause me to ramble, then rise gracefully. So here I still myself in this yellow wood More than two paths now, where I could and I should. I breathe in the air of the crisp apple morn And inspire myself down the road not well-worn. December 7, 2012