spring.

We are a street light behind a tree

When the rays shine through the sway of evening leaves

We are the vine that winds its way

Through the deep sidewalk cracks where steps rarely stray.

You are a strong song of bells up above

And I echo you softly between empty walls

You are the cadence of my hopeful dance

As we spin together in this brilliant romance.

Darling, come close on this old white porch

The floorboards lamenting the long years before

You and I sat on this gentle swing

And let’s watch the winter give way to our spring.