[ Featuring Gordon Korstange ]
It happened again that night
He awoke to find her space empty
In the cool moonlight
And went to the unlocked door
The breadcrumb trail disappeared
Into the rustling forest.
At length he slept again and dreamt
Of tracing her trail through the trees
Calling out her name as he walked,
Grinding the bread into the ground.
In the morning she said, "Dreaming again?
My love, you know I will never leave
You know-You know that."
She touched his cheek
And he did know and he did believe
That everafter they would be happy.
That night while she slept
He went to that unlocked door
And he placed a bowl of stones by the door
That she might not forget
In her haste for the forest.
