Walk to me, through wonders and sorrow,
For, though this world is one immensely spread,
We our paths will pass again.
Be it in a dream world of past and magic,
Within which memories become whole and life like.
Or in these my forests of old,
Where the leaves sing of the past and the wonderful,
And where I lie awaiting your tread, light and feather quiet,
On this, my soft moss covered world.
Find me, one day, when your legs are weary and your mind thinks nought but in dreams.
I will wait forever.