The path to HER?
It is laid out, stone by stone, for my heart to explore.
It is long and winding and every turn stirs my soul.
She is a hue that Rothko chased until his heart stopped.
This, she knows.
And I have found her.
I delight in her twists and turns.
The trees along her path shelter me from the rain and the sun.
I lose myself as I follow her into the darkest woods and emerge in flowered coated meadows a better man.
The birds from heaven sing her praises as I quicken my step.
When I am tired she leads me down a gentle slope.
When I need to be challenged her grade turns steeper.
And, always, I move further along and never think of turning back.
This is my place.
This is where I belong.
I will walk this path night and day.
I will never stray.
And I will draw my last breath still aching to take one more step along her journey.