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.