lost
in a warp of time

a zone unfamiliar
but so perfectly real

stolen from someone else’s path
wrapped up in a cloak of grey

the field beckoned
to be walked upon
to be laid on
whisking up memories

that tormented the heart
that clung to the brain
a reoccurring whiplash

that only this place
could wash from existence

she spoke in a quiet timbre
his tone reverberated in the trees
pleading for forgiveness
seeking understanding

the breeze blew
the words away

she stayed
to reconstruct
a life
once broken
once torn at the seams

she stayed
to rebuild
the barn
the farm

she stayed
discovering meaning
from the trees
speaking truths
of the universe

serenity
flowed through her veins
as she became
a soul
no longer wandering
no longer lost

a soul
simply restored