Walk with me,
My ethereal love,
draped in a Cloak of Darkness,
as I hold your beautiful and cold hand.
The Garden is covered in Stones
But these stones tell a story.
With my Flowers clasped in my hand,
Black as the night itself,
and with a thorn in its stem.
They are fitting for the Garden in which we walk.
Where some see Sorrow, I see Solace,
Where some see conflict, I see Peace.
O my love, hold my hand
as we walk through the Garden of Stones.
Let us walk together in silence and peace.
