The Road Less Whispered

Two paths diverged in the soul's quiet depth,
And sorry I could not travel both in step,
In the heart's secret chambers, I heard the sweep
Of moments and memories, lost, too deep,
Gathering in the soul's well, where sorrows seep.

Then took the path of laughter and light,
And having perhaps the more joyful sight,
Because it was graced with moments bright;
Though as for that, the hidden night
Had touched them both with the wisdom of twilight.

And both that morning in the spirit did lie,
In dreams no shadow could ever defy.
Oh, I saved the first for another try!
Yet knowing how dreams weave into a sigh,
I doubted if I could let the unseen pass by.

Beyond the divergence, the paths did wind,
Through valleys of regret and mountains unkind.
Each step, a story, a memory resigned,
With echoes of what was left behind,
In the rhythm of time, both harsh and confined.

The second path, less trodden, more obscure,
Held secrets veiled, allurements unsure.
In its shadows, truths that quietly endure,
Lessons of life, profound and impure,
In the silence of eternity, the heart's unsure.

In the dance of days, the paths converged,
Uniting lessons, life's song submerged.
In the blend of choices, destinies urged,
Where light and shadow, by time, were purged,
In the heartbeat of eternity, lament and essence merged.

I shall be telling this with a quiet sigh,
Somewhere in the eternity's relentless nigh:
Two paths diverged in flesh, and I—
I took the one less seen by eye,
And that has marked the silent, sorrowful why.