Spring

Like a fragile mirror you stand against the wall
Reflections so vague, they fly as they fall
To the floor, and now beneath it, and we can see them no more.

And soon a late message will arrive
And I know all you will want to do
Is arise and be gone, for I was always the
Falling rain
One second there, another not.
Just another little thing.
Which you forgot.
And with the sunshine you think it will heal
Your hurt, but warmth will make your greatest efforts
More in vain.

But there will be a time where the wind changes
And the sun will hide behind dark grey clouds
And I know it is my time again
Only in those cold winter months
I am by your side, but I can feel it
When the waters have ceased to freeze
And you have started to feel, and then the breeze
So gently, brushes against my face
But with more passion than you ever have
That again I shall be behind the glass
Just looking, at what I myself could have been
If there were no such thing as time and place
 --But a touch never lasts.

So as I stand before you, and yet still
Before me you say, you say I should see
All which is there, looking back out towards reality
But when before I have never felt or known
Of such, only as shadows I understand them to be
And yet through darkened corners hiding the ends
And and the sharp lines of pain slowly appear
And move outwards towards what I thought
Was the edge, the end, where it would stop
But no they carried on breaking and taking
Away anything whole left

Until all we could do was look up
Into what we didn't know
Something that could always be ours
But like a bird within a cage
Sings restrainedly, for hours
And there is nothing in our power
We can do.
Than to hold it close, and hope one day
It will fly away, and spread its word
Like the besotted petals
That we forgot, and so we settle
For the dying flower.