The Untread Path

I walk alone.
On a path untread
With lonesome thoughts
In my head.

My path leads on,
But still, I stall
For I have found
A flowering wall.

I did not know
This place was here,
And yet, it called to me
Falling on some inner ear.

I will leave it quietly
I won't disturb the peace.
But I carry it's memory with me
And that memory will not cease.