 |
| I find myself looking for you each spring as raindrops fill the air... As I work with my flowers I find your presence there. I find you in the fragrance of fresh turned dirt and the flower’s sweet perfume… |
| But April slowly drifts through empty nights and becomes a sultry day in June. Which stretches into August days, and empty desire finds me, upon the hot Texas summer breeze. I hear echoes of your voice in the distant sound of the thunder, in the violently swaying trees… |
| Still alone here in my tearful world during another harvest, nowhere can you be found; fall is rapidly approaching again when leaves come tumbling down. Once again you’ve missed the splendor of the summer’s bright blooms… |
| Again wintertime is rapidly approaching, when the days are short and chills are in my lonely world. Once again I sit here on this old porch into another moonlit night; lingering here, long after the setting sun has gone away and shadows fill my lonely night. Night after night I find myself praying that when the cloak of darkness lifts its veil, you'll be in the morning light...… |
| So when I feel discouraged, I get on my knees and pray; I pray you'll feel me there beside you... I'm just a memory away... |
For My Special Lady
