Everywhere I look I see your face I hear your song I feel your grace Everywhere you see me Standing long waiting on your embrace I hear I hear your arrival I hear I hear the sound of your steps steps leading down a winding path the kings men steer down the even steps leading down the crooked terrace the palatial roses all decided to cheer up as often as we run through the garden silently whispering, a call from the juniper tree whooo! whooo! whooo! hooting? ‘that’s meant for me? A Silent Chilling effect rings past my head the sound of fluttering, beating the shadowy figured, looming overhead under the starlight, makes me wonder. By golly it’s just trees! It’s trees I spotted from my bed!