I am untied
Bound not by the broken leaves
Severed from the golden dew
Released from the budding rose
Sweet song fills my bones
One that if heard by others
Melts into the silence
Ridges lie flat beneath my feet
Untouched by the desire of the heart
Or the melancholy of the mind
Snow fills the footprints
That I leave behind
Masking the ghost of the trail
Exposing the grief within