upon visiting an old photograph

gazing into your eyes 

these many years hence

i see a pain blinded to me

when i then shot your face

your sad eyes weep dryly

tears, hearts break upon

your lips wailing, "free me"

as i shackled you in my frame

if only i saw what's now beheld

i'd smash the lens chaining  you in hell

*Sooner or later, each of our journeys arrives at a point of change, challenge, and choice, where we can go in a new direction.  We have arrived at a crossroads, that place where all things are met and where all things become possible.

-Parabola/Crossroads/editors

*When approached with care, watchfulness, and sensitivity, the crossroads can be a place of promise and possibility, presenting a test that, once met, can lead to a renewed existence on another level.

-Parabola/Crossroads/editors