The pages whisper
Of tales beyond memory
Old, fantastic myths

The rains came again
And spilled on leafing lilies
That promise to bloom

The sunrise shines through
And opens my eyes at last
To the winter’s end

Now the grasses grow
Reaching careful through the soil
And toward the skies

Heaven’s not so far
When your hand is wrapped ’round mine
And we speak softly

There was a quiet
A calm, its pieces of peace
That once I could feel