adventure bound to meet,
she who makes me feel bittersweet
audacious in spirit, wild in practice
she follows the howling of wolves  

feet unconstrained by shoes,
traveling without sock
this girl feels the hobo blues,
stepping upon rock after rock

a journey freshly begun en masse,
this girl can travel where rocks can not
pristine and green upon fields of grass,
for there's a wrinkle in the path, a brown spot

a running start, a skip, and a hop
a landing so soft, slick, sliding to a stop
shes laughing and smiling, loving being a slop
though she must progress, there'st a desire to be atop

scented of petrichor, she advances under the clock of light
fingers intertwined, she walks with height on her mind
she climbs with only fear of the end of night,
feet dangling over the side, with satisfaction; unconfined

i long for a return when departure is yet to be
with few memories of this girl; ***** feet and scratches on her sides,
a wish that time does not distance her from me,
for she is where my attention resides