Spirit desire, will you find me now,
Amidst the chaos, clouding perceptions
Of desire, blindly taking a bow
For the leaders of your misconceptions.
Falling slowly, wake ev’ry day anew;
Springtime awakens my thoughts and visions -
Visions and visions, thinking thoughts of you,
Ripping apart my old indecisions.
In bloom, budding buds breaking the past,
Bushes burning up in smoke, lingering,
Dissipating. This must be the place; last
With me a while: something is forming.
For when I wake and snow has coat the ground
I smile to think of all the loves I’ve found.
