At the Crossroad’s Inn

Inspired by a special person.

We met again
on a traveler’s weary road
(for whatever reason
we chose the same inn--)
I thought you were quaint
but I was drawn to you
(to your smile and the color
of your eyes, celestial paint--)
We sat across the room
from each other
(I wanted to approach you
to clear the gloom--)
I felt like I knew
you or we had met
(my soul felt yours
and the feeling grew--)
Leaps and bounds and
we wound up in each other’s arms
(such solice embraced me
like the pen in your hand--)
We stayed up late
and got lost in old letters
(you read me your poems
like a hidden soulmate--)
But you spoke as though
the words were written
(and I was surely smitten;
words etched on your heart just so--)
Written in the sense
that it was meant to be
(and all along I wondered
how we both had traveled hence--)
You sang to me
and set my skin on fire
(I’d never felt it before
how moving a melody can be--)
And the words became flesh
And your fingers danced on mine
(No regrets to be found;
Our souls molded like mesh--)
I never felt so inspired
by a simple traveler’s tales
(but you seemed to be just
like me, parallels transpired--)
Led by the same convictions,
bound by the same myths
(a hunt for a horn, a battle to win
life’s quest to be charted sans restrictions--)
And I decided to stay with you
and no longer venture solo
(your company filled me
with the rightest renew--)
No longer did I wander
uncertain of my plans
(with a song to guide me seamlessly,
each day my heart grew fonder--)
We met at Crossroad’s Inn
that waning winter night
(two hearts folded inward,
two paths intersected then--)
Before I was a cynical, true,
a rouge, a lost one, a tramp
(but happiness, you see
is only real when shared, too--)
But you lit up my soul
that night in the inn
(and made me realize I had one,
yes, for once I was whole--)
And I bless the twilight
And I cross my fingers
(the path ahead is long and vague;
the frost closes in at night--)
But if we join our flames
shadows lose their treachery
(my heart gladdens at the thought
and I believe you feel the same--)
That this daunting, dark journey
could end with companion warmth
(and a faithful love, an open heart,
a fervent wish, a sweeping symphony--)

If this is a dream, please don’t wake me.

Paths crossed, fate sealed, lives opening like heavy bound books
the novels of our life stories, the stories of our solitude
etched with fingertips tracing each other’s skin
and healing the scar tissue and leaving new marks;
For so much is still unwritten, so much my heart grows bold.
And please don’t shake my faith, don’t shake me
For the prophesy has only just began to unfold.

Reviews

[Jimi Brady]

This is one of my favorites of yours. The use of parentheses are wonderfully evocative, and I like how the poem is split into two segments with two separate forms and styles. As I've mentioned before, aesthetics are important to me as a reader, and you've really nailed that aspect here. But then there's the imagery! I absolutely love the imagery of this poem. And the alliteration. And the sentimentality. And the intimacy. And the subject matter (which is particularly dear to me heart, for obvious reasons). Beautiful, love.

[sithlordjp]

"Paths crossed, fate sealed, lives opening like heavy bound books" Found myself reading that line again and again... Love how it sounds, and love and that can be contained within. Beautiful writing.

[Pawprints]

This is both beautiful and worldly. I love the image of hunting and traveling, discovering someone just like that. This was on the brink of danger and adventure and love, toppling several ways at once. Heartfelt.