As the sky turns dark and the sun wanes pale
I walk alone down an empty trail
And gaze at the birdless sky
Though the day was warm when the air was still
An autumn wind turns the evening chill
And echoes a lupine cry
My steps are slow though I bear no load
No maiden waits for me by this road
And I walk this path alone
In the spring the trail shone with morning dew
On leaves and petals of rainbow hue
The heavens were clear and bright
And the birds sang sweetly in emerald trees
And fawns walked forth onto wobbly knees
To play in the growing light
My feet sprang quick to a merry pace
No thoughts of loss frowned across my face
Though I walked the path alone
As the sun climbed higher and days grew long
The birds of youth learned a different song
And flew from their parents' nests
Their strides now firm and heads held tall
The fawns of spring heard a stronger call
And cuddled to other breasts
I slowed my pace as I looked to see
If someone walked on the trail with me
But I learned I was alone
As I look ahead down this lonesome track
My shaded eyes search for turnings back
The stars start their silent shine
Though my path is lit by the rising moon
Its measure will end in darkness soon
Entwining its finish with mine
I meet the end as I found the start
With a wailing cry and a weary heart
For I walked my path alone
The Sun shone warm on my back as I strolled
Its amber rays turning dewdrops to gold
That glittered on emerald sails
A gentle breeze stirred the cool morning air
And ran its fingers through strands of my hair
As I followed the forest trail
The call I felt was an ache in my soul
A broken crystal that yearned to be whole
A tugging that drew me on
As trees fell back from a meadow of grass
My heart was free of the aching at last
For that moment I saw the fawn
It seemed like years that we played in the sun
Content and thinking of nothing but fun
Too quickly the night drew nigh
I slowly walked to my beckoning tracks
And told the fawn that I'd surely come back
Then I turned to hide teary eyes
The morrow came and I ran to the copse
But fate had shattered my innermost hopes
The trail to my deer was gone
I came and searched for the footpath each day
With hope each time I'd remember the way
For I'd never forget the fawn.
I feel like Midas in reverse
For everything I touch, I curse.
The dainty rose I crush to dust;
I even make the silver rust.
With such a talent running free
It changes how the world must be
So all the things I want so much
Are on the moon, which I can't touch.