Crossroads

 

To Kurt

 

And the crossroads were where the cosmic dance would make a pit stop

 Where The cusp of moonlight sonata and the wild tempest swap

The timeless identity or ageless harmony

Didn’t care much, yet their assembly created a dark noted symphony.

 

Crossing each other they stopped to say hi

Healing in turn all the past goodbye

For it didn’t matter if the instance will last a moment or a lifetime

Yet, not to live in the moment, felt like a crime.

 

The milky moonlight and the dance of the tempest storm

An exciting divine moment, of the rarest form

For it felt as if there was a touch of divinity

Or was it just another ploy of myriad insanity?

 

Yet this too should pass, as the moonlight gives way to the morning sun

And no matter how much you sway trying to keep up, the storm will outrun

Yet the moment and the memories of the crossroad divine

Where the two meets up from time to time

 

                                                                        Roby