PROMISE

Literally,
about to explode
to start another cycle
their gems so bright

Birds are singing
again
uncertain still
is spring here for real?

Like a bird
uncertain, fragile
i walk my city’s streets
drinking everything in

But spring is
indeed
here for real this time
here for us

blind, ungrateful, lost,
undeserving humans
yet she gifts herself
to us

Rebirth is all around
vibrating
within all beings
life recharged

Eyes and lungs
full of her
intoxicated by her
skin awake with desire

yet i won’t let go
of the long winter
that has gotten hold
of me

My heart has grown
addicted
to his cold, deadly
relentless beauty

I crave the spring
her sweetness
her warmth
yet i won’t let him go

All i want
is senselessness –
cannot stand
this lush promise of beauty

My bitter throbbing pain
only wishes
for his icy embrace
to put me to sleep

Yes let me sleep
float
unconscious and dreamless
until i too can be reborn

Just not yet!

The sweet promise of love
tasted of spring
of newborn leaves
so tender and bright

But then
you chose to move on
without me
and just like that

spring died
before
it was even
real

Let me skip
a cycle
let me rest in winter
a little longer

But nature
and my body
too
have their own plans

Her desire for spring
will melt
my pain
into a gloriously silly puddle

Am i weeping
sobbing
wailing
in anticipation of this death?

To mourn
is to love
and to allow yourself
to be finally

reborn.