Special Place

 

I have spent my days in the garden of time,
past-present-future all are mine.
In my silence it is but a bitter snow,
as the sun shines down in a hazy glow.

As I sit and think in these memories dear,
I pause and wonder if you will hear.
When I walk among the daffodil,
loves bitter sorrow is standing still.

When the raindrops fall on the roses here,
I often question if it is me I fear.
My eyes they close on the path I chose,
where nothing is understood and nobody knows.

When the sun comes up and the day is bright,
only then will I know what I did was right.

Diana Nelson 1/04