What brought an eternal night and bitter storm of emotions and fears
Rages in her heart an' across her soul, you would know
If you could see through a waterfall of unseen and silent tears
Maybe realize the things she needs just to make her feel alive is a heavy line to tow
'Tis always plain to these eyes even as the storm roars and rages
In those eyes I see rose hiding amongst the shadows
Like her emotions housed, locked away in tight little cages
Safe from the rays of day or night, it still grows
A heart that is not so barren, but in fact an enchanted garden
Not even the wild **** grows or can survive so fair
In that heart, that enchanted place, well hidden
But a rose dwells there
Watered by the tears of an angel in the dark solemn silence
Day to day, night by night they continue to fall
While she punishes her mind and heart, a state of false indifference
Wondering if love is even worth it at all
That rose that dwells in enchanted garden, in eternal night
Amid visions of dark emotions of hope and joy departed and fled
Behind the thick shade of the shielding shadows, hiding from the light
That rose has not blossomed, left alone, carved its own way not again to be led
To false hope and promise, it will not bend
Strong in will and spirit
To its own needs it does tend
Ah, a man only am but I, with words and emotions I weave and lace to reach it
Others have trampled that garden in search of their own hollow things
But not I, in time with proper healing, the garden again will prosper
If my words can reach, if to that heart they touch and in special melody sings
Soft and warm a tender embrace a bitter sweet whisper
Come now, they come, these fairy bewitched hours at fading red of sunset
Walk the pace to heartbeat quickens, to that good day's dream at the twilight hour last
Fluid that dream changing at whim, a rose in storm and emotions rage, steadfast not fled, but well met
Not yielding, in an enchanted garden, the flower's dreams are cast
~W.N.
Part 2
