The path we share sometimes forks.
Here is the place to pause among the trees.
Conversations in layers like leaves on the forest floor.
Shadows arrive shaking us with views of separate routes.
I kiss your hand with love as I release it.
Fly above the forest if you are called to.
I will not let you deny who you are
to keep us on the same path.
Together we can travel
you will still seek.
© Ali Grimshaw