It is
the midnight hour... and the stars shimmer against the black velvetness of
the night like thousands of diamonds... and it is here in the garden among
the roses and the ivy trails that I walk...
IT is here that I find a peace of mind I cannot explain...in the hush of
the midnight hour in most of the country is settling down ... there is a
reverent hush ... and a stillness that I almost envy...
Here in the garden where the morning dew will touch the roses ... and the
birds will serenade the morning ... it is here that I think of you...
I wonder sometimes across the hours ... the months, the years do we ever
cross your mind as well?
I wonder if the heart ever really forgets?
And here in the midnight hour among the majesty of creation, it is here I
wander down the paths. And listen to the sound of my own heartbeat ... and
I wonder ... wherever you are ... do you remember ... and if you do ... do
you think of us?
The midnight hour always reminds me of new beginnings... a fresh chance to
start over with the beginning of each new morn...
The midnight hour is chimed by the clock in the living room...
But here in the garden ... the only thing I can hear is the rush of the
brook ... and the sound of all the memories as they wash over me...
Do you ever?
Have you remembered?
Are there times in the midnight hour when you wonder how we are?
If we are still here ... and if we still love you.
It is here in the midnight hour ... when everyone is asleep ... and the
silence echoes the answer of my heart...
Do you wonder...
I tell you... the answer is ...
Forever and then a day... more.
Author Unknown
January 28, '05
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