Existent

guide

I began to fall, 

into the dept of the river, 

running, running almost as fast 

as us

yet not quite that fast enough

perhaps we might cascade 

the sound of the water 

stops, the fields that became us

were dark and outgrew what we once thought

was our futures unknown

alas, 

here we were

and the lights were a terrible shade

of blissful orange, that guided you

but I simply inclined upon

your every waking move

and although the night was bleak

shadows to keep my screams

calling in my ears,

painted on the wet dripping leaves

of the trees

that would knell if only they could see

the death that outcame my dreams

so, with little said,

and little done

lost obscuring, searching once more

you felt like home

you felt like home, to me.