Meeting Spring

MatthijsQSpring

            incantation

            who longs to express

            your dress, your hair

            filled with blossoms,

            so purple against the bland,

            healing the winter scars.

Spring

            bringing

            piercing songs,

            crackling waters

            bathing in wind

            and warmth.

Spring

            blue heaven

            without threat

            while

            white clouds

            glide off to greet

            people I’ll never meet.

Spring

            captive, your prey,

            devour my day,

            separate for now,

            for passing my spring

            is limited

            and so for the world

            where you cast light

            to reign in

            autumn and winters to come.

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