Directionless and lost am I,
Or going in all directions?
Why can't I happily imbibe
life's pleasures? See just imperfections...
Perhaps it's winter and not spring.
My soul's in darkness not awoken
My lark, where are you? Sweet bird, sing...
Let winter's chains shatter, broken.
In silence stand the windtorn trees
The falling rain strikes my helmet
Small and alone in life's abyss
Just tires leave wet tracks on pavement
Come forward Spring! Make your advance
Shake off the soul's fitful slumber
Uncork me, like red wine of Provence, -
let me with joie de vivre rumble!
Uncork me, Spring!
© Copyright: Athena, 2002
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