Roam

Light glances through the mist-filled trees
Gentle hands weaving heart-strings
You are safe
and you are hidden
Rest your head
No-one has come to find you
And you need not retreat
Lay your soul's wares across the moss
And let the dew and raindrops cleanse them
Leave your burdens in the riverbed
Where they will wash away
You exist
That is enough
Home will follow
Lead on

-© Obscure 2022