Hidden

With each day a different flower blooms
and the winter malaise quickly fades from view
fragrant magnolias lead the way

your eyes are brighter now
they sparkle in the setting sun
but I'm caught in this mystery

don't know the whole story
while mine is broadcast daily
yours is hidden and I can't figure out why

every once in a while I catch a glimpse
of the other possibility
things don't have to be so clean cut

hidden, hidden in silence is your tale
I retreat in my mind and walk the river
your sweet song gently caresses my soul

©2005 Sean Muzzy