What I do . . . the path I tread . . . it brings some choices that test me hard.

Water and stone Flesh and bone Night and morn Rose and thorn Tree and wind Heart and mind

We cannot know the future. All we can do is face it bravely. We should take heed of those we love and respect. But in the end, we make every decision alone.

The greatest tales, well told, awaken the fears and longings of the listeners. Each man hears a different story. Each is touched by it according to his inner self. The words go to the ear, but the true message travels straight to the spirit.

He and I…we share a bond. Not love, exactly. It goes beyond that. He is mine as surely as sun follows moon across the sky. Mine before ever I knew he existed. Mine until death and beyond.

The warmth of his embrace soaked into me, a powerful charm against the dark things.

Trust is a thing you know without words.