I will walk with you in dreamland, and verdant trees will brush our brows with hoary leaves, and silvered fish will swim in untouched seas. The sun will warm our hearts and kiss our cheeks as does the doting father.
I will walk with you in starlight while the incandescent crescent marks the ground with dappled light, and the night watchers will peer at us through leaves up, up away where they are secreted and safe from sun’s harsh glare.
I will walk with you in meadows where the peonies and bluebells prosper, soft and slow, kissing sweetly as their petals brush our skin. And the meadowlark shall sing for us, her song of joy sent forth in notes of gold.
I will walk with you forever, down the path untamed and tangled up in brambles, and also down the road so clear and straight and gilded by the sun with bricks of gold. Wherever you shall go, my darling,