Her step was light
as though she danced
I trudged along
just to keep up
we really did not speak
only a few words came out
of her mouth, Aries
I learned was her name

She mainly sang
some haunted songs
like she was trying to forget
possibly her heart was
wounded at one time
I could only listen
there was no comforting
for I knew not what

Too young I thought
for such a passion
but then youth is for fools
we all learn later in life
that we risk too much
too soon on trivial things
down the dusky trail
we went

Her haunting smile
would sometimes appear
and then it would close
like a book of secrets
I was not worried at all
not for her anyway
myself, was another matter

We came upon a caravan
they all looked relieved
maybe they knew
her past and her present
as a fact, they saw it
in the swimming leaves
they beckoned to us
to stay the night
and offered up some food

As I lay down to rest
I fell asleep too soon
in the stillness of the night
the fiddle played a tune
I awoke with a start
and found myself alone
the caravan had traveled on
taking Aries as their own

I will never forget
her lovely face and hope
she finds her peace
her heart will heal in time
and then she will love again
her youth is a weapon
that if used well
will bring her future
to the end of the rainbow