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.

Not mine.

Make me pine for a place that was.

That no longer exists.

So I'll slip away.

Quietly.

And be at peace.