A Heart Expounded

Lead me. Far have
I strayed but lead.
Guided in trenches
of fallen promises.

Surefire were my eyes
but hollow my fruit.
Rest so desired
but whisked was I
from my yoke.

A twinge. A speck
reflectant of hope.
The trickling water;
pilgrim to an end.

So I followed. Led.
Upon our shoulders,

we bore.