Wonderland Waltz

On an overcast morning shrouded
  in fine mist, dew kissing everything the light forgets,  I wander.
I wander through forests
eyes closed,
willing my feet to remember how to move
          It is quiet
 the chill freezes voices before they speak
        Lonlieness drops, melded with serenity
I do not mind
The sound of my steps, I stand
Willing myself to feel the beat in my chest
My song sings of silence,
 I am not lost.
I continue deep into an unknown forest with only broken branches to guide me
   The more dense the trees become, the louder my heart beats skipping to the sound of my
Footsteps.
     There is no map to where I travel
Only my own desire to meld with the grove
 I wander across a river, weeping willows gently kissing just enough of the water to ripple,
I surround myself in the hanging limbs
And relax my own, leaning against the trunk
I allow my eyes to close
  Behind sullen lids, I see petals fall gentle into the stream I see myself floating on them, small and serene
        I see where I am running to, I watch the rise and fall of their chest,
And briefly I can remember their eyes, prying into my own
 For a moment time seems to slow,
    My breathing becomes shallow and laden,
In my head we dance a waltz,
 Each step more hectic than the last.
 We whirl together in wonderland
    Tripping over our feet.