Mist floats pale on a river bend
Branches lean as the dawn extends
You place blankets around chilled knees
Letting comfort move through the breeze
Old men sigh in a weathered row
Years press heavy where memories glow
Your soft laugh warms the brittle chest
Turning sadness toward its rest
Golden peace shapes a brighter morrow
Hope awakens from borrowed sorrow
Happiness stays through the paths you follow—
Love burns clear in a tenderness nothing can swallow