The Season of Spring
For You, The Season of Spring
Our love has a way of renewing itself
Make my heart new, an old dusty shelf.
The same old feelings, with others before.
The past taints the present with things I deplore.
Except with you.
Old feelings seem new...
You drift by and without much effort...
Dripping with life you water the dessert.
You give me a dusting, and a little shine
By a centimeter, you help me align.
Your rain falling down where I’m so deeply rooted
You nourish my soil where others polluted
You my dear are the season of spring
The birds land softly for you and sing.
Loosen my limbs and wiggle my branches.
I start to glow a little, my hair blanches.
Newness and oldness, timeless togetherness.
I’m a bird in your warm wind, floating featherness
So lightly I can feel your caressing.
But with power against my wings you are pressing.
Our love has a way of renewing itself.
Wipe my heart clean, an old dusty shelf.
You, my dear, are the season of spring
I’m a cat in your sunlight, basking.
So lightly your kissing,
I’m on my back, paws reaching, purring.
When my mind speaks with dualistic dribble...
Take my cane and release me. Make me able.
I let go and forget and here I am remembering
How you stir my soul; here I am dis-armoring.
Newness and oldness, timeless togetherness
Time disappears and spring is ageless.
The way it is with you,
Old feelings seem new.
Our love has a way of renewing itself.
Let us find in time, a timeless wealth.
Time will pass like it did before,
Let us stand watching it from the hub, the core.
Let the dust fall on my soul, then wipe me clean.
You, my dear, are the season of spring.
(2013)
