In the journals of my mind where I walk with you,
All is calm, all is well, all is as we choose.
No tears to hold, no fears to know, no plight to struggle through,
In the gardens of my existence where I walk with you.
A step we make, a waltz we dance, our smiles of mirth are true ,
Keeping narratives in my mind where I talk with you.
No adversary to oppose, no circumstance to bruise,
The gift of opportunity to share a walk with you.
Our minds are freed to rummage life in search of all our dues,
To fill our time as we embark the walk I walk with you.
No need to falsify ambitions or feelings misconstrue ,
In the woven threads of being where I walk with you.