she's not the only one lost .

i've seen you in these dreams before, the way you walk and how your hips swayed.
from across the lake, i knew it was you - your scent carried itself across the waters.
and when these eyes met for the very first time, it felt like i could walk to you through this liquid medium.

if there was a way to say that this gate into the garden was the only way in, i could swear, i saw you hiding behind these trees; shy in your ways, coy in your manners.
i know i'm running late, but must we really depart and find different paths like this ?

i will cross the same bridge, along the same rivers, through the same lakes to ask the same creatures, the very same question.


i am still lost in the woods, really.