Graveled Paths

We've been travelling for days on end
 Atop the warmth of igneous & obsidian rock
 Memory boxes placed within grace in wind
 We briskly stalk forth in this insidious plot,
 Back home.

  The skyline matched your eyeliner:
 Frigid, solemn & gray
 It's almost dark so I find the-
 Way, to follow the trace,
 Back home.

  Stepping stones lay still on the floor
 We hold each other's hand, it's ineffective
 The walls become virutal, the land is iridescent
 I stand for your confession, so we can build a door,
 Back home.

 Then I stopped in place, dropped in haste --
Once I realized why we were on this road
 Time is precious to own, & nothing to waste
 So I'm destined roam & spend my life wandering with pace,
 Until my days are etched in stone,
 I will have youth - yet I will be old
 As long as we are travelling together,
 Everywhere I go? I will be next to home