[Is Spring Everlasting in the Heart?]
Is spring everlasting in the heart?
Or do brown and red blossom
like a dying forest's last shout:
After a period of screaming green,
A wistful silence.
And is the brown of your dark eyes,
The silence of your burning lips
A message? Or everlasting aloofness?
My green, envious gaze awaits
A non-existent answer.
Whisper, if you must, and then repose,
I can hear and feel a falling leaf
On its floating journey downward,
ready to snuggle beneath
A frosted blanket.
Together, dying, buried and reborn,
We are brothers, sisters, lovers,
And you and I, two leaves, wind-blown,
Will mingle green and brown:
A short-lived dance.
