The waxen leaves stuck fast together from the ashen morning mist. Her feet, bare-footed, trod across the muddy ground. Through sunlit peaks and misty valleys the forest spread ever on. Til she was lost amongst their beams, not likely to return.

Her unkempt hair flew before her eyes, enveloping their brown. In brown once more and tears to cover the sadness underneath. Her mouth apart from lengthened strides, she huffed into the morn. The windy hollows took up around her lonely weeping sound.

Face aflush and heart so sore, she wandered ever on. She found not rest in the morning's birth though it likened to her soul. Ever up and ever on, she ran into the fog. Chasing a whim, fleeing a man, a captor to her heart.

At first she wished to hear his gait, pursuing fast her fleeting grace. But now so far, so lost away, she disdained his eyes resting on her fallen state. Bringing clouds to his ocean's gaze and sickness to his lion's heart.

But as she fled, she fell afresh, her body with her soul. She tumbled down to a leaf cluttered spring knocked of breath and taken of grace. Her heart bled passion and bruised her body. She lay there, lost, with no will to rise from the icy bed below.

She looked above to the canopy of branches bare as hope desolate as winter. Fog above crept down below asking for her hand. Dust to dust she thought in pain letting free her will to stay. But as the night swirled slowly round, a light came down and claimed that place.

A sliding step, a steady arm, lifted her broken bones from the ground. Eyes akin to worried stars his soul reached out to temper hers. Unhand me now, you lying fiend. Before I run between the stars, to the dark surround where you can never reach.

At peace my love, my only sin was not to bridge this place you fell. I let you run, I let you fall, but now I carry you to realms above. We dance among the turning stars finding grace along their trails. Not with haste I lift you up, see now here, you are strong enough.

I do not want your hand nor dance. The stars sing songs meant not for me, I am not theirs nor will I ever be. She repulsed by her own spite, retreated further into her night. The stars they dimmed, the night grew bright. He changed for her to seize her love, compelling her soul despite her scorn.

Her night was swallowed, her anger cooled. His earnest eyes, not hindered by her thorny gaze. Up they stood and up they went. No longer lost, no longer ashamed, not longer claimed by brazen rage. He lent his heart so she could see the vast chasm of love unshown. His with love, hers with humility, their hearts burst once more.