~In My Dreams~

In my dreams my feet doth find
familar paths we traveled,
In my dreams my heart-felt sorrow
queitly comes unraveled;
Within my dreams I see him clearly,
I behold he,who's face I loved dearly;
In my dreams his gentle hand holds mine,
In his eyes his love doth brightly shine;
And in my dreams he holds me tender,
In loving arms I do surrender;
In my dreams his lips caress,
And all my love he doth possess;
But as surely as night most follow day,
All too soon my dreams give way;
For from my dreams I most awaken,
And queitly weep for what death has taken.


By "Iris Elaine Jones"

(for Dale,sadly missed still almost two years later)