A fond memory is his hope.
Across soft fields I hear it calling me
A tender voice sings welcome to my heart
A sheltered comfort promise to impart
A wish a dream a safer place to be
This all I know is drifting towards its sway
This scent of something sacred meant last
This place where future kisses are all cast
This space this time this season meant to stay
For now I must brush fantasies aside
For starker world still waits to see my smile
For this became my meaning for this while
For hope for aid for comfort from the tide
And still my soul with voice now yearns to roam
And she and dreams and memories are home
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