trace your faded prints upon the dirt
around them, mud congeals to form my hurt
failing falling stars confuse my path
I shuffle feet for miles but stay inert
all false the trails refusing to subvert
antipathetic strands to stir my wrath
The trees all flay themselves to spill the secrets
thou swore undying oath to never keepest
lest all worlds align to hide the truth
Pausing, taking breaths beneath the deepest
floors of pits that tenderly would keep us
undestined, lost and wild to know our youth
And seek you out I must, I must, I will,
at universe's end, a galaxy
where we would rest, reborn; become, to be
where every breath relaxes into still
Ever will you walk alone, until
you witness me in my entirety
Come, my unforgotten one, you see
arrival less one is a bitter pill
Helen got her attention grabbed by Dante's sonnet variation; she made a helluva run at it, and asked a bear for direction while pondering through the woods. Oh, bother.... ;)