The Special Secret Place

She lay quietly alone, waiting for the Spring;
A time when life begins again, and flowers sweetly sing.
Darkness cast about her now, she can barely see,
But she knows, her tethered soul, will once again be free.

It seems so long ago to her; trapped within her mind,
The gentle, playful banter of the wind for which she pines.
The bindings that now keep her here, frayed by her desire,
Soon will snap and let her go, releasing her heart’s fire.

Thru meadow land, she will race, to a special secret place;
An ivy gilded wonderland where love she first embraced,
A magically enchanted nook where she first saw his face,
Beside a gently babbling brook, with moss beneath like lace.

On Summer’s wings they both engaged for hours arm in arm.
When they were together she felt fully free from harm.
But Autumn’s cloak crept quickly in, and snow began to play;
And in foulest Winter known, her love, he passed away.

She lay quietly alone, waiting for the Spring;
A time when life begins again, and flowers sweetly sing.
Softly she hums their shared tune and kisses her gold ring;
Soon the special secret place will to her, lover bring.


by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2007 Rodney Alan Crater