Inference To All Our Years Of Walk Poem by N.K. Trevor

I.

We set our path upon the frozen stream of the snowy bed
And our footprints mark the road where we have come from
The road that we might not find when we need to get back
For seasons will change and snow will crumble below its feet
And melt with the memory of our all years of walk…

The patterned footprints that we have cherished so far
However shallow or deep, will all be washed away with it
And there will never be any trace of us…
Nor anything that can be touched nor be felt; to remind us
Of what it used to be or what it used to feel like
When we were together, in all our years of walk…

II.

Soon, the darkness will set over us…
And the passing of time will not mean a thing
There is a day when the sun will come back; SOMEDAY
But not to shine for us; It will but come back to mark
The seasons that left the years of our lonely walk wander,
- To some pitched emptiness…

And in that darkness, there will neither be beams nor beacons
To light or guide our way back to some passionate existence
We shall but live beneath the separate tombstones of memories
That perished beneath the bows of our eyes;
Within the reach of our fingers that not once, attempted to stretch!
And all that will remain of our hands is the ruined sketches
Of all our wasted years of walk

III.

And not even the present delight-ness that we hold so amiably now
Between the tightened folds of our fingers and the cup of our palms
Will stand worth'd to be scribed on our headstones…
For now we walk… And walk on to some oblivious eternity
And as we walk separately in our minds, amid this passing fog
Of emotional pride or fears hovering over each of our heads
We know we are treading for the last walk. The walk of a lifetime