I Will Walk With You Awhile Poem by John Scully

When I know that evening's fog
will no more haunt and cloister me
I will come and walk with you awhile
knowing that my gloomy face will smile again.

For paths of dangers dread
my hobbled feet will careful tread
by waterways and cotton grass
I'll leave behind my city past.

And in twilight, a shadow sun
will stop by chance
for me to draw a canvas green
and sit awhile with you and dream.

For painted daffodils of yellow gold
whisper words I couldn't say
as I walked out with you
that last remembered summer's day.