THE FOLDS OF BOHEMIA FROM WHENCE YOU CAME

I was led to you through a trail of crumbs

Clues hinting of you, laid bare here and there by

The protagonist of her own life story;

And, from this perspective, I looked for more of you

On the bookshelves of the Botany library

In cyberspace, where your story might be told;

Until I found you, in a narrative, in the only place where Pierre can tale,

Revealing the conundrums of your blood line, the signs of your fate,  

In your native Provence, rooted deeply in the soil aside the lavenders and rosemary;  

Here, I discovered, you toiled endearingly for the right to financial security,  

Without surrendering love and loyalty, those which make it all worthwhile,

Even whispering your vision of the perfect woman to the

Bearer of your dreams, in this enduring quest for security;

The whole of you, untold in the voids left by

These trails of crumbs, but through the prose of Pierre,

We see the all of you, detailed imprints that resonate of you.  

© Mata 2013 (In my room in Burwood Estates, where I boarded)