The Story Book

The light breeze blew along,

the wavy length of my hair,unstirred.

And yet, like the extinguished flame

This heart still ablaze, fumes to dust.

The smoke furls,unfurls

A plot of mazed connections

Crossroads that bend into forked steeps

and rivers with no bridges.

And as the dust settled,

it paved way for a new beginning

And yet I moved across the rivers,

to meet the yesterday of my dreams.

They stopped me, as I turned back to take a look

Wait, they said, you must look ahead, you should!

I laughed, a knowing smile, I know what I need to do.

I tore that page, burnt it down and closed the Book.