There’s something I’d get lost to find, down brambled paths with twisted vines, stumble towards the broken pines, burn the letters, pour the wine, let’s rake the sand, destroy the lines, for love and loss are intertwined, like gold veins in abandoned mines, where cold wind blows and rings the chimes, there’s beauty in a broken mind, the heart beat marks it’s staggered time, twist the dagger, peel the rind, bitter, sweet and silver lined, cast the leaves and read the signs, what would you get lost to find?