Forest Of My Dreams Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

come quietly stroll with me
in the forest of my dreams
where soft sunbeams drift
through tangled branches
where beds of touch-me-nots and lily-of-the-valley
randomly appear and bid us stop to smell
where thick wild grape vines for swinging dangle free
in the wispy filtered light of this shared reverie
enjoying presence
renewing our vows
just you and me once again
holding hands humming our song

If you believe dreams really do come true!