Winters roads

I cannot speak for all who stem
Long roads less traveled as their way
Nor question the choices made by them
In days long past or night long dim
By words they spoke and did not say

Each road is long, though short it seems,
And credence gives each road a name
Of fantasies sun-drenched in beams
Or choices turned to darkened dreams
To where each road winds just the same

From north to south, then back again,
I followed birds like all the rest
Escaping natures snowy den, or roads I've seen and places been
Foresaking roads that traveled west

This journey grows now to it's end
As road reflections lined in chrome
Give way to roads to greater bind
And empty signs that still pretend
They point the way to home sweet home

But all roads lead to where we go
And where we go is where we've been
So home is just a word we know
That space in time most aprops,
For where we want to be again

For even home
It seems to me
Is still a choice we all must face
From day to day and endlessly
To choose If home is going to be,
Another road
Or just a place

Reviews

[Inkmoon]

Beautiful, the way you use words seems magical

[Amila Jay]

Wow ... this is very very nice .. a lovely piece of writing and a lot of questions and thoughts to think about in here. It's really amazing :))

For even home
It seems to me
Is still a choice we all must face
From day to day and endlessly
To choose If home is going to be,
Another road
Or just a place

[Jay Levon]

Well done, manages to be dense and moving at the same time, not easily done