Time keeps her moonlight dripping, day after day breaking, we reach toward something beyond us: We consider the lilies, the birds,
The trees budding promises into the air, The breeze tasting of rainwater, The chalkdust collecting in our open palms like childhood dreams, in our hearts.
Pulled forward from the shadows, Fast, by the spotlight of spring. We are understudy actors: finally on the stage, but surprised by the drama of split tea, rainkissed pauses, and almost burn down the apartment.
All the while, the moon smiles thinly: time-light in the sky, in our eyes.
We've a long distance yet to travel. Our footsteps press into mud and freeze toward the West, where we learned to be happy. I gaze East into the unknown, not quite deciding to be brave. While you search heaven for a piece of your soul: The skylark, ascending.