The path left behind

What to write

I desire more words

so I begin in traditional fashion

no destination

but a road to walk down

this road has overgrown

hasn't been walked down in ages

grass has overtaken the footpath

once trod down to bare earth

I knew this land well

It was my home

parts of me built this

some were left here

relics of a younger time

revisiting the path

a thought occurred

this trail has its home

a place long foregone

left to become rich with growth

untouched by feet

So I began my journey treading light

until it came clear

I needed to leave this place

A home it is, to memories of old

I cherish this place, have kept it whole

hidden away in a box under beds

This path I have found

now walking with you

is fresh, untouched, a breath anew

new places to be found

this land

our adventure

pleasure seeking an endless season

of love

So together we will sow

the trees and plants, with hopes for more

fruits that bear nectar, and food for the soul

this new path is ours, yet mirrors one before

but only in the shadows from times ago

I look with your hand in mine

to the light of this land

and smile