The road will embark;
a path seeking stubbornly into the solitude
of memory, making its mark
amongst the rippling rushes,
deliberately daring the dark.
Learn to be covertly content,
where the past presents a peace that is preserved,
a tranquility tested by time and bent
into a fixed forever form, yet reserved
for she who is secretly self-sent.
Traveling the breeze of time
she fears the memories she must meet,
face the family left behind and climb
through lingering loves’ deceit to finally find her prime.
The road will cease;
she’s touched the torrent of time.
It is delicately old but fair as petunia petals.
Peace falls apart, for wild fancies feigned
mold the trap that is her release.
– Intuitive Ginger