Waiting For the Spring
In virgin fertile soil
I sow the seed of my heart
In my life’s front yard
I kept lush green ever
Even under the sun of summer.
Rain came and when it went
Told me how to nurture
The sapling of the heart
Growing like love unperceived yet
A rose plant of desire.
In spring the roses bloomed
With the color of my blood
Placing the fragrance on the wings
Of the humming bird I became
Singing in the silence of your sky.
The wild desert storm came then
From the grey horizon unknown
The dusty gale flattened the plant
The roses landed on the ground
The puckered petals rolled out
Dislodged from the fold of my heart.
I became a rootless mute poet
In the silence of the torn heart
For the distant spring I wait.
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