THE PLACE FROM WHERE I CAME

What path is this I follow through,
A wooded grove that I once knew,
The brook that flows down to the glen,
Runs cold and fast like it did then.

In that life where we would meet,
This place so long ago,
Our love was new but incomplete,
Now nothing new can grow.

Blackened clouds form overhead,
The fading sun is sinking low,
With rue the words I left unsaid,
Are what haunt me now,I know.

I follow down that stoney path,
To the place from where I came,
But will it ever lead me back,
To feel your touch again.