be still ....too

the trees will be still having a story to tell
i will be there with you sitting 
listening 
holding to every thought 
as our soul meets as one to another 
as old we are with lasses and grey to our hair
yet your hands will be touching my balled scull ....you smile
tapping your fingers so repeated again and again
the trees will be still to our hearts
as we walk now on dried up leaves 
no more foot prints in the sand 
once young 
those loving days ....and memories lingers 
sometimes forgetting ...for time plays it time on us
yet we remember love as it meant to you and i
what is left ....
be still having a story to tell