Death seemed my servant upon the road,
Where every footstep echoed casually,
And no waylay would come unto my heart-
No frozen peaks of truth,
To pierce the seemly endless horizon of destiny,
An eternal scale, so it seemed to be,
Till your silhouette screamed SILENCE-
And cast me into the shadows,
Of your gift.
Lazarus Knix
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-journey-not-taken/
