It is nearly spring
my laughter told me
time for those hidden
to rise

Time for the heavens
to cry without reason
the season of frivolity
and game

Time for those silent
to sing with new passion
for the earth to fashion dresses
of green

Time for the giving
of names and embraces
for the faceless to turn
and be seen

Time for the secrets
read only in sunshine
to unwind the concept
of fame

It is nearly spring
my itchy soul told me
time for those hidden
to rise