MY WINTER TIME
When the snow falls light and fine
I have closed my door
I have been watching, waiting for
In my winter time
I am away and off the line
No one comes to me
So I am really free
In my winter time
When I forgot to mend and shine
In the masses bold array
When my hair turns silver gray
Thats my winter time
I am seeing all the time
Many grains and seeds
The people who have meeds
In my winter time
And I drink no wine
This I claim is good
Awaitings heavenly food
Every winter time
And suddenly one day
The inner sun beginns to shine
In the middest of the winter time
It takes my soul away
To a new-found place
Where I glimpse your face
And I am thinking: Fine -
For in my world, thats spring time.
Klaus Hugler (k.hugler@gmx.de)
Potsdam, Germany.
