I wish I could have eased your pain <br />as once we walked along the path <br />that led along a grassy ridge <br />and round the hill, and back again. <br /> <br />Beseeching what I could not give <br />you turned your pale face up to mine; <br />your eyes were moist with fading dreams <br />that you might hope, that you might live. <br /> <br />The path is now all overgrown <br />that years ago we used to tread, <br />and others walk it now, like us, <br />with dreams they cannot call their own. <br /> <br />The wind blows coldly through the night <br />and drowns the songs you might have sung <br />to ease the darkness in your heart <br />until the early morning light. <br /> <br />And I wish that you could ease my pain <br />as in my dreams I tread the path <br />that vanishes in wilderness <br />and never will come back again.<br /><br />Rory Hudson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/along-the-path-2/
