This is a perilous, sinister route I roam,
Painful, dire, uncertain,
A lover's elusive caress guides me;
A fragile promise of morning
Is pale on a remote horizon -
A glance is illumination!
No murmur, bar a sound of one's feet,
Could coax an isolated traveller;
But her serene voice murmured: Persevere!
A cautious, injured spirit
Once mourned on cruel, alien roads,
But love, exultant vanquisher,
Can unite us in joy!