In her garden once, at a Summer noon, Back in the shade I sat adream, Oh, deep in the past where happiness Was near and bountiful as the gleam Of sun on the path; and ever too soon Did the roses fade and the Summer go, And daylight wane to the stars and moon, And love was a cloak to Winter's stress In the ways of our life so long ago....
Sudden I woke-alert-and bent, Breathless, eyes and soul aware, Watching - watching - all intent On the straggling crimson rose that leant Over the bed and border where The path came round to my sheltered nook... Was she on the path beyond the tree? Had I heart to dare? Had I eyes to see? Should I stay-or steal to the bend and look? Ah, God,was she coming-coming to me?
No foot on the path,no voice,no face, Not a stirring leaf where the roses bent Over the path to the sheltered place Where I sat afraid to leap to her. Longing-Knowing-I waited intent... And she never came... But she was there! Shan Bullock
Hey fish!!! Just thought that I would drop by and give you some love. I hope you are doing well. I don't have youor number since you changed it and i didn't save it lol, I'll be in your area this month and I expect to see you miss thang!! Holla nack at your girl when youo get a chance! Much love!!
