Wreath Of Skulls Poem by Mark Nichols

When I arrived you put a wreath of skulls on me
I'd set the course through an intention
To get from A to Z
What is that sound I hear?
What other soul is standing where no soul should be?
I love you where you stand and where I soon shall wander

You say you never wanted to push
But you laid out candles on the path before me

I need to get there
I'm just passing through
Thank you and pardon me

And when I awoke
It was quarter to three
There were rain clouds thick and plenty
It was you who was there
In the place
Where that I intended to be