Deliberately stepping, one in front of the other
Exacting pressures, so as not to disturb the ground
Walking, my head is held high and my shoulders back
Retracing old steps, seeking out what can not be found.
Privately praying, at iron doors banded and black
Knocking assures, as it doth for all of mine own ilk
Kneeling, eyes down cast, my body held at the ready
Awaiting the past, wanting the feel of coiled silk
Patiently abiding, my thoughts no longer steady
Numbing occurs, stone becomes a part of flesh
Sighing, minutes morph into that of many hours
Emulating a sage, braving the new day afresh
Gingerly crawling, as one would unto the bowers
Abiding cures, memories rise forth and haunt
Straining, arms leaden, my mind is barren and hollow
Opening the door, moving in search of my life fount
Quietly weeping, on nude walls my gaze does follow
Hearing tours, half heard ghosts whom whisper in my ear
Shaking, cold seeps deep within the marrow of my bones
Believing at last, seeing they've gone and left me here
Despondently crying, echo mocks heart wrenched moans
Discarding Ajoure's, as per the edictal custom
Wailing, my emotions begin to die and whither
Retreating a bliss, locking out all known axiom.
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