Incantation #13

Retrace this way. 
Fill this air with your voice, 
let it echo in ears that will
cherish your song. 
Return to that fork, on
a scarlet autumn night, where
your path diverged. 

Bring it about. 
This overgrown byway
never gets around to the place
where you belong. 
Following the trail of
you, collect the pieces til
you find the merge.