Soul Road

The path before me, fresh and new

Golden, bronzed, I cannot see

And if not seen, then cannot be

So I walk on bricks of darkened hue

Mile by mile, the black turned brown

My soul the color of the road

Minute by minute the dark I strode

Eyes and soul both cast down

The road the color of a fawn

(Dark as nut, but speckled, too)

A single diamond sprinkled through

As ever forward I am drawn

Through this twilight that I feel

My weary footsteps, increasingly toil

On bricks of navy, scattered royal

Cobalt, turquoise, stones of teal

I carry all my family’s wrath

But stop to marvel at life unseen

Tiny, tender shoots of green

I drop the pack beside the path...

Sunflowers crowd me later that day

(My soul perhaps not quite so old)

I push them from the road of gold

Yellow the flower, golden the way

I pause beside the road perfected

And vigorously embrace the hues

Of brightly colored avenues.

The paths are colors that I reflected...