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.