The Request

Come and walk with me

To where I don’t yet know

But, side by side, stride matching stride

We will find some place to go.

It’s very late, so we must be quiet;

We’ll move like the mist off of the sea

In this manner we will preserve the silence

As we chart new territory.

Perhaps we will visit the cemetery,

Perhaps a wild and overgrown field,

Or maybe the lazy little river

To see what still waters reveal.

So, come! Walk with me

Put your hand in mine

There is no time like the present

And, at present, all we have is time.

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