He wandered for years
crossing fire
to the avail of each tree dripping tears
twisting branches to point at his desired

Realizing there was no reaching into regret
Folded ideas carefully inlaid
A game of challenge
Pieces that were set

Into play, he began to shift
Closing in
Easier his hopes seemed to lift

Shed every distant doubt
This woman to emerge
Fragrant ashes floating about
A newfound rose thus a feelings surge