When I know that evening's fog <br />will no more haunt and cloister me <br />I will come and walk with you awhile <br />knowing that my gloomy face will smile again. <br /> <br />For paths of dangers dread <br />my hobbled feet will careful tread <br />by waterways and cotton grass <br />I'll leave behind my city past. <br /> <br />And in twilight, a shadow sun <br />will stop by chance <br />for me to draw a canvas green <br />and sit awhile with you and dream. <br /> <br />For painted daffodils of yellow gold <br />whisper words I couldn't say <br />as I walked out with you <br />that last remembered summer's day.<br /><br />John Scully<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-will-walk-with-you-awhile/
