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