Intersecting roads have led them here
from places sometimes sad and drear,
now to pause and look and listen for something resembling forgotten dreams
Do they remember when kindred spirit
last ventured near with candle lit,
there to shine trembling, wary light in curious wonder through their doors?
What will tomorrow and tomorrow bring
when shaken and uncertain heart strings
are gently stroked, by premonition of a dance once fitfully surrendered?
Will they venture forth upon the floor,
amongst the bones and surfeit thrones,
of kings and queens from myriad and musty corners of the past?
Or pass once more far from the fray,
avoiding pain that may hold sway
if chance be taken (not hope forsaken), that tenderness may forge a brand new day?
copyright r.b.franklin 21/01/07