The path by Dennis Williams

Johannes Plenio

The path                     

They tell me that an elephant never forgets.

So, I start the search for that sweet path

leading to your heart

  

High-rise buildings, narrow streets, and

unforgivable stop lights,

how could I forget those masterpieces?

The shrieking sound, the unforgiven horns,

those biting words,

how could I forget the path?

  

The water rumbling under the bridge,

a threat to the people who make a living

out of noise, prickle scattered along the way,

make no difference; it’s all in a day's work,

for I am steadfast in the journey, looking,

searching for the pathway to your heart.

  

My heart still shivers, as the wait is this long,

though I fear not the journey,

I will tag along searching for the long-lost love,

the one who loves me back.

Like a war, persevere, and the trophy in sight,

the dream of the long journey

melts in the snow

  

I never desist. I won't resist, for the prize is mine,

the journey is mine,

and I hope the day will soon be mine

when the heart of love

will overpower my thoughts and

the winner exclaims,

"The journey is over, the trophy won."

  

I will have no argument

Because there will be nothing

to argue about.

The taste of victory is sweet.

I have found the path

to my true love, and I am satisfied.

© Dennis Williams

Dennis Williams

Dennis Williams is a writer and Poet from Rural St. Catherine, Jamaica. He is looking forward to a good “publish 25”.  Dennis is deeply grateful to all the editors of magazines and journals who saw his work, took the time to read and appreciate it, and then included it in their prestigious publications. He would like to give a big shout-out to the editors of Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Academy of the Heart and Mind, Literary Heist, Active Muse, Rundelania Magazine, and Literary Cocktail Magazine for helping him bring his dream to life.

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