Pray

Fates

Roads Untravelled

You did not go;
there is no turning,
only a forest track
where trees bend in secret.

You turned your weary back, accepted
the curious defeat of steps retraced,
accepted having other destinations
where light throws deeper shadows.

Destiny

Tomorrow,
Will be written;
Believe in it.

Inasmuch as today
Was the pen you held,
And yesterday, the ink welling,
Your life is only paper.