The Trail

This is, quite plainly about trials within a relationship. The sense of fear and need it can elicit.
I follow the sprites trail
languidly drawing night across myself.
Laughter in the eaves of the forest
and the soft patter of feet.

The terrain shifts harsh
and the sirens sing me on.
My legs are chafed
and I step outside myself.

Her smile and a tear pull me
the terrain shifts lethal,
I'm lacerated but focused,
true.

I step to the clearing with my arms wide,
with my eyes closed I feel her waiting...
enigma, she slipped through,
I hear footsteps in the eaves of the forest...

I turn to chase,
always running to overtake
and bring it back

By Andrew Hussey
Published: 3/31/2006

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