Catacombs

If I in somber silence
Walk slowly through catacombs
And play my fingers across the soft and silken muds
And lay my feet in light spoken steps upon the ground

If I in quiet solitude
Stroll through glowing meadows
And drag my arms through the sharp, swaying grass
And whistle songs of sadness to the dancing leaves

If I in blank expression
Smile at shining stars at night
And wonder when the sun will rise the next morning
And wait for the horizon to burst into flames

Would you still walk with me?
Would the catacombs be mine alone?