Different colours, different shades

The track was carved too shallow to follow but still remains & always will;

water warmer than blood & a bandage of elastic bands & any paper to be found proceeded by dreamless sleep.

In the morning a red-stained scene of failure & a shame deeper than the track that missed its path by an inch, & lead instead to survival.

Weeks passed without a word until, where the track ends something was discovered to be beautiful & trembling with life**, in unknowing defiance of winter.

Then a morning came when I awoke to the smell of your skin, & the hope that the journey would never be attempted again

until the time was right & the endless night would arrive

in due time.