Eleven years again

When I walk with you again,
I hope my fresh-born heart remembers
our happy Mays and warm Septembers
spent ‘round the fire’s glowing embers.

I will walk with you again,
where the peat meets forrest’s floor.
Your heart’s the key and mine’s the door,
that we may fall in love once more.

I will walk with you, my friend.
I will walk through thick and thin.
I will find you in that place where
our re-born hearts are home again.

May 15, 2010 \ Photo by Robert Paxton