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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