Darling, dearest, don't let me stray from you.
The sky is too gray and the day too blue.
The paths are too winding,
they've made it impossible to find home.
For days ago, home was your eyes.
Home was every freckle beneath them
that spread across your cheeks like a treasure map.
But Darling, dearest.
I've wandered off too far.
I've craved the woods too long.
What's wild will always yearn for wild.
I've found new maps in the stones,
New treasures in the weeds,
and my knees were never taught
to stay with my darling, dearest you.