Dangerous Corner

A place of encounter,
At the crossroads
When that sense of the spirit
Took my hand,

Was it the shrine on the bend
Or the flowers tucked into the fence
The wayside crucifix
Gone in a glance?


I knew you were there
For the journey 
To bear in mind,
But somehow
I failed to keep a hold on you.

JL September 3rd 12:51