Tired, stretches long the hand that held the reins in pride.
Softly reaches memory that age and time deride.
Deeply sets the furrowed brow where kept, his heartaches hide.
Gently shines the eyes of love, left sparkled by the ride.
‘Twas only but a moment’s flash
that forked the road in two,
yet more than one divided thought
set free the future to the blue.
Who’s footing lacked precision?
Who cut the turn in blame?
Who’s fault by indecision
tossed it all to ground, and lame?
Still, through the clearing dust appeared
two broken smiles across the path,
denying hope to ride upon
the questions in the lath…
questions left in settled dust,
fractured shadows in the sky,
and how the fork appeared just
heartbeat counts beyond the “why”.
The hand, so tried, is steady.
The reins are known and worn.
His vision keen and ready
to dawn the new horizon born.