And So I Dream of You
I want to stroll with you
along the twisting paths where the
canopy of limbs bare shade
Hands held softly
I want to sit with you
under the old cypress tree where the
limb bends a sunken seat
Hands held tenderly
I want to talk with you
of our souls melding force where the
breeze only hears our voice
Hands held confidently
I want to dance with you
in the eve of our days where the
golden years sashay by
Hands held joyfully
And so I dream…….of you
Wishfully
Prayerfully
By: Debra Squyres 3/8/2012
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