I walk through the forest
with you hand in hand –
a dream put on silent
that the two of us share.
It’s a cluster of letters,
words thought, yet unsaid;
they float, they surround us –
an encompassing thread.
May be an effort, exhausting;
no, we don’t stop and stare.
Instead we continue,
and together we bear.
Together we are
and together may we be,
for the years to come
that we cannot yet foresee.
It’s long and it’s winding
the road that we’re on
but we know it will take us
to that dream we both own.
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