Silently go into the night

as I watch

your quiet footsteps fall into

the ghosts of mine.

Such a love

this timid, blue creation.

Our smiles speak centuries,

age-old fairy tales hidden within

the eyes of insomniacs and nymphets.

This forest - mine

plagued with beautiful beasts.

Go silently on, my lover,

into the woods, into the shade.

Meet me in the willow trees

sheltered from the world we fleed.