If in my dreams, I see you Lord,
Will you take my hand and
Walk with me.
Amongst the flowers of
Life's precious gardens,
Amongst the sea of blue and green.
And in our memories,
Can we chatter,
About the blueness of the sky,
On the day we loved together,
Never wondering where or why.
Not once asking for clouds to
Move away or the moon to rise and shine,
Rather; taking each thing of beauty
In our hands
And letting it echo through
The softness of our minds.
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