9-11-2012 The Road most taken

I found myself once again,lost from you I am,

I know I have been through here before,

After enough times,I think I would wonder,

Why I can’t find my way ,down to the sea shore,

No use to ponder on thin ice ,

Or flownder in the fire light,

Is going to easier than coming back,

To the road most taken,

The dream of an open meadow,

Which hugs the swirls of curling of the waves,

Of the draw of the pulling low tide,

Calls my name,waking me from a deep sleep.