Adventure flies

Before our feet

Our steps chasing its path

As it weaves itself

Into a poem

Singing love

Before our dazzled eyes

The couplets turn

To slant

As the path grows dark

And grief finds us

Upon a lonely road

As all those sorrowful moments

Must be faced

In solitude

A contemplation

Of mystery

And feeling

Driven by the mind and heart

Together

Enchanted

By the spells

Upon the page ~ Caroline A. Slee