WALK ME:

Walk me to where the old beasts roam,

Not to places of the human´s stompings,

Lift me to skies where the birds fly free,

Not to barred cages that man calls home.

 

Walk me through fields of phlox & herbs,

Not upon hard, wet sidewalks sad, & grey,

Take me to deep forests where Druids pray,

Not to those odorous places of littered kerbs.

 

Walk me through pages of life´s ancient tome,

Not through sad regret, nor rued senseless ire,

Sing me joyful hymns of all soul´s hallelujahs,

Not upon this earth, but in my original home.