Take my hand and tell to me,

All that you would wish to be,

Show the landscapes of your heart,

Map the journey love may start.

Hard against the shifting sand,

Lie the signposts of that land,

In which the contours of the dream,

Make nightly visions holy seem;

Dream that once upon your knee

You entertain a lion to tea.

Quantum physics says to us

We shall dissolve in atomic fuss;

Remember me when all is still?

Of course I will, of course I will.

- By Alexander McCall Smith