Possibilities Poem by Anne Onymous

I lay upon the forest floor
And listened to his voice
My heart echoed in his words
And then, there was no choice
For me, to stay or leave this place?
I'd sail throughout the night!
(And leave behind my life in chains)
Towards the Northern Light

And riding high on love's sweet dream
Possibilites abound
I saw his verse on my return
And fell upon the ground.
I am so tired
Maybe this wine?
That blurs his words to me
'A friend' he says
His choice of words?
Or all that we will be?