Walk with me, my love. Let us go to places where few have tread. Let us listen to the song of silence. Hold my hand and let me take you to the border of whim and woe. Make your feet bare and let the grass tickle your toes. We will stay here as long as you need, beside still waters, beside eachother. When night creeps in we shall build a fire and taunt the darkness with our shadows. And if the fear should find you, you need only turn your head to know that you are not alone. I will be here until the morning. I shall remain until your hands no longer search for mine. It is then that you will walk from this place alone and begin your journey anew. I will smile from my woods, where you are forever welcome.