Far away. Away over hills, dales, swamps and footpaths.
Lies my dwelling. My being place.
Where all me is kept.
My spiritual, etheric, foddering home.
I can't take you there - for the place is mine and mine totally.
Taking another would change the place to not me.
Make me pine for a place that was.
That no longer exists.
So I'll slip away.
And be at peace.