Such Divergent Ways

The snow had freshly fallen,

making sidestreets look that way.

Remembrance of a softer time,

of love and joyous day.

We walked along that rocky path

still hoping for some meaning,

a light to pierce our sullen eyes

which could not bear the bleeding.

Then brilliantly that painted sky

with philosophies so cunning,

sang melodies of passersby

with coats, a look so stunning.

But theory pushed and time blew harder,

so we waved farewell on golden water.

That light that blinded eager eyes

was nowhere found in those gray skies.

So we cast our lots and parted ways

in separate ships, on separate days.

And as we passed I glimpsed that dream

of fallen snow and wayward schemes.

When thrice the summer sun had died,

and finally our two ships arrived,

our weary eyes met on that day,

but as we passed we looked away.

For we both knew the reason why;

you had changed, and so had I.

And as we know there is no place

for two with such divergent ways.

O come sweet love

and haste that day

when long lost friends

come home to stay.