Part One

We were walking that wooded trail when you heard him call from the trees.
I think you heard his voice before I did.
A too small man with a pin striped coat, he said,
“You two have anywhere to be just now?”
We said no and followed him into the overgrowth,
Through that brush for what seemed like days.
We walked until thick black day turned to thin blue dusk,
Until that cold forest turned to hot desert,
And we walked all through that night.
Our feet became bare and our steps were warm in the sand.
The air became sweet as we breathed in more slowly.
“Here we are.” Said the too small man “Welcome back.”
Our eyes fell upon a grand camp.
We walked between the tents on a path that disappeared in the distance.
He led us past Jesters and Apothecaries,
through lion tamers and blind magicians.
We walked past a girl with violet skin and emerald eyes, she planted a kiss on your smiling lips.
A gray crone fed us apples when we found her lonely campfire.
"Welcome Back." She said.
I ate and drank and watched flames dance off your lips.
You said, “Tell me something I've never heard.”
I said, “you remind me of bicycles with broken spokes.”