Monday, April 21, 2008

my villanelle

the journey

the road to sorrow is long and dark
a barren place no love can survive
where on the heart words leave a mark

our choices can lead to a future that’s stark
we cannot let the past hinder or thrive
the road to sorrow is long and dark

the song once sung in the breeze by a lark
on windswept hills we can yet feel alive
where on the heart words leave a mark

we bask in the sun on days at the park
have long, lingering talks on a Sunday drive
the road to sorrow is long and dark

but love no longer remains on this tree less bark
just thoughts and secrets on which connive
the road to sorrow is long and dark

where on the heart words leave a mark

2 comments:

paisley said...

and you know what... sometimes something happens.. something totally and completely out of your control.. and makes you miss so much the dark marks.....

you did a wonderful job on this.

Michelle Johnson said...

And it's those marks we carry the rest of our lives. I like to think they shape us into who we are- stronger, supple and secure for the next time something comes our way that doesn't work out. Great job! Have a nice day.