Where We Abide

When distance casts its shadow o'er our days. And miles stretch wide t'wards hearts

that ache to meet. I treasure thoughts in warm and golden rays,

to keep thy spirit near, however fleet. When morn breaks soft upon thy

absent side, in dreams I walk where once our laughter laid. Though stars may

guide me through the ebb and tide. No light but thine can show

my soul the way. Yet hope shall weave a tapestry so fine.

That time's cold hands could never pull apart. Our love enduring like the climbing

vine. Clings fast and feeds, the root within my heart.