it was only when i gained the clearing, i noticed i had lost you.
stones and rocks disguised the trail,
forged a grainy weave
leaden rock against scarlet leaf,
periwinkle stone glistening in the sun
like a mislaid bead of tanzanite.
regard for a misplaced step grew greater than wonder at abundant life along the tour.
acoustic ambrosia, aural hypnosis
medley deep of forest life
it’s true. many voices harmonized early conversations.
fatigue, strain, disquiet silenced notes of song until the silence became accompaniment.
in the silence i never noticed you had gone.
now i stand alone in the meadow.
of course, i can continue on my own.
but the sunlight urges forgiveness.
will you walk with me once again.
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