Mary E-A. K. Remaniak Poetry

The path stretches out before,
Illuminated by the street lights
That color greyness golden.
Mist is caught in the beams
And the stars come to earth
While still shining above.
A damp chill reaches into the flesh
And night’s fingers brush the bone.
Goosebumps rise and an involuntary shiver
Is given as the steady drive continues
Of a heartbeat slow and always there.
Time waits for no man...mostly certainly not for me.
And laughter brings with it a certain pain.
The reason why is not known,
Only that the path of bricks holds bittersweet memories
And scattered fragments of conversations once dear
Are blown about by the wind and forgotten by the mind.
Only a message left in voice remains as a reminder.
Happiness is relative...
But the path chosen makes all the difference in the world.
It is on it that one finds death...or life.

Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak