The Path of Will

Arrow’s tip parting air, 
committed velocity 
forsaking origin 
to pierce, utterly change—
even misses leave marks.

The Path of Desire

Hedge of roses, a maze
tempting lost ones to taste
thorns, grasping for blooms,
missing the open path
to satiety’s center.

The Path of Longing

A vast and winding road
beneath starlit expanse
upon which empty hands,
aching, lift in wonder,
and nothing reaches back.