This New Kingdom

I will walk these paths through the trees and down to the stream where you wait for me. I know you will be there, as you are always there and always willing to wait for me to come walking out of the trees and into this shady place we have made our own.

We have created a small country of our own, a state bordered by these trees and this stream where we can live the lives of freedom denied to us both once we step out back along our secret path that leads to this place and go back onto the public paths that will lead us along separate ways back to our own lives.

Here, though, and, now, though, we are in control of our domain, and here we do what we want and we do what we need.

Here we want each other and we need each other. There is no kingdom here without its king and its queen. Here, without us, there is no kingdom, no small new country, just another small clearing in the woods bordered by some trees and a stream.

Here, we could become more than just mere king and queen; here we could become the first people of so many myths, creating the human out of these fallen leaves, this stream and its damp clay. We could start a new tribe, a new race, here in the ever narrowing space between us as we come together under a sky that seems created just for us.