With Me
Will you stand with me in the morning light
when first we meet, and day has just begun?
Under the buckeye tree, in the spring
as our hearts awake in the soft breeze,
will you stand with me?
Will you walk with me across the meadow
as we share and learn of one another?
Down by the old bridge, as fragrance of
bright daffodils quickens our young hearts,
will you walk with me?
Will you go with me on a still, warm eve
as I hold my breath, while holding you tight?
Around midnight the courage will come,
and hearts will leap as two become one.
Will you go with me?
Will you dance with me in your lacy gown,
and share my great joy on our day of days?
Across the hall we will turn and whirl,
all hearts lifting as the music swells.
Will you dance with me?
Will you run with me down the winding road,
always hand-in-hand, come wind, rain, or shine?
Through the journey we will carry on,
side-by-side, heart-to-heart, strong and free.
Will you run with me?
Will you be with me in a quiet time,
when the day is spent, and at last we part?
‘Neath the twinkling stars, as God allows,
we’ll join hearts again, and forever
will you be with me.
--D. W. McMillen
19 January 2008
