And one time he was leading her through the darkness
And then another time she was leading him
The first time he reached out to touch her
She withdrew but searched and found his hand again
Towards the certainty of never
From the uncertainty of now
Through the certainty of pain
To the uncertainty of joy
Not Orpheus and his muse
But two lost children
Like Hansel and Gretel
Walking through the dark
Their hands only parting
Searching on the path
For whatever breadcrumbs
The birds might have ignored
Peter Jukes 1999