Awake I lie at foot of hedge
In sleep I stake my claim
These enigmatic poses read
Delve crossroads good and vain
Determined not by what was said
befuddled state remained

And though the sun shone forth so clear
a fog floats present fear to veer
this course I would retain

So still to seek
a path I must
through this leaf lined elusive muck
Some things are lost
Long left for dust
with time to heal pain (and trust)

But should a solemn path hold true
and light my weary way
a price, a goal, a trove en full
mean nothing
lest it's you

-2006