The wrong path

It was a senseless path

A lane littered

With apprehension


But lust


Lies trickled through cracks

Between the stones

Where our feet met

And danced

In the grey damp night

Before the storm


In the morning haze

Fog clung to the cobblestones

As we felt our way forwards

Nudging each other



avoiding the wreckage


Silently stepping over

The broken give way sign

Pulling back the branches

Shaking the dew from the leaves

Slowly sobering

Seeing the sunrise

over the debris


And only then

did the the road ahead

Become less clear