As a snowflake stalked a stone into sculptured space
she followed a wish lost in the wind of awakened hope
for a knight’s dream
to end this day-mare.
But was it the end of the beginning
heralded by the howls that echoed through the forest
where the wolf didn’t lose sleep over stupid lost sheep.
As the retired circus lion yawned into an unsculptured space
the ancient stones were spilled across the stone floor.
There the crone leaned over the runes
that showed the unseen warrior’s path.
And so with invisible ink, she created a map
to find the crossed lovers path…
to find you.