Meandering through-

the journey began wittearsh hope

dried down to a trickle

promises forgotten, shackled to duty

so many forks the beginning forgotten

hand in hand with loneliness she plodded

reprieve in the form of wild wind

a mirage of oasis

the road stretches ahead

meandering to the destination unseen

through the window of my heart

trickled out my soul

while loneliness kept vigil