I am not naïve
I am not confused
I am not hopeful
I am in love with the impossible!
I am not Spring in December,
I am Spring that sprints through the calendar.
I am not the fallen leave of Autumn,
I am the equinox of equilibrium.
I am the equipoise of  hope (lost and found).

Profound is my sigh,
loudly reverting through the melodies of the universe.
Universal is the language cemented in words,
that attempt to explain, forces beyond human understanding.
I am the symmetry of complex hymns, rhymes, and verses,
flowing through time and space.

Through the window I peek, to see who’s coming.
Yet, I do not miss a beat…..I continue sprinting
through bitter winters and recalescent summers.
I am to yesterday, what food is to hunger.
Today and the future are lovers constantly quarrelling.

I am naïve.
I am confused.
I am hopeful.
I am in love with the impossible!

LeydisProse
6/14/2017
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