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.... ;)