My heart aches as I cry out in the midst of a woods to a

Goddess who answers with the sighing of trees.

My tears do not fall though I feel I shall burst while wrapped in the murmur of trees.

Needing companionship though I fear it.

Needing more-

I shun from the thought-

than my Goddess can give to console me.

As the grief and sadness of betrayal lock me within their walls

The sun shines brightly

But not warmly.

And my mind is set to wandering lulled by the soothing wild and wind-

Where the arms to warm me are?

Where the heart to soothe mine own may be?

The missing piece to close my circle?

For the circle is open, but yet unbroken

Who is there to close it for me?

Blessed be, and may you find what I have not.