I am making promises
\nwith every bulb I plant.
\nAt the end of winter
\nthere will be beauty
\nfor your eyes.
\nI am making promises
\nto leave the sound of prayers
\nby your bed.
\nFor the night to say,
\nsleep peacefully.
\nHere are words for you.
\nHere is a soul
\nremembering,
\nhow sweet life is!<\/p>\n
You will hear
\nthe prayers of my heart.
\nI promise.
\nAnd on mornings
\nwhen the sky is rinsed,
\nthe clouds hanging
\nlike wash on a line,
\nthere will be a star
\nin your hand
\nlighting the palest of dawns,
\nand promises
\nI make of love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am making promises with every bulb I plant. At the end of winter there will be beauty for your eyes. I am making promises…<\/p>\n