Now fades the last long streak of snow,
  Now burgeons every maze of quick
  About the flowering squares, and thick
By ashen roots the violets blow.

Now rings the woodland loud and long,
  The distance takes a lovelier hue,
  And drown'd in yonder living blue
The lark becomes a sightless song.

Now dance the lights on lawn and lea,
  The flocks are whiter down the vale,
  And milkier every milky sail
On winding stream or distant sea;

Where now the seamew pipes, or dives
  In yonder greening gleam, and fly
  The happy birds, that change their sky
To build and brood; that live their lives

From land to land; and in my breast
  Spring wakens too; and my regret
  Becomes an April violet,
And buds and blossoms like the rest.

like tear drops rolling over plump, curved cheeks; splattered in pink-- the flushed flesh makes the rest of my skin look milkier than usual.  
        please, do not make me wait any longer.  
i abandoned my wonderland for you, discarding my fairy tale and safe haven. i've come down from the comfort of clouds and angel breath to be here—to be with you.  
           where have you gone?  
i don't belong on earth. all things heavenly belong above, wouldn't you agree? i am far too tangible to exist here amongst monstrosity. my existence on this earth is equivalent to a glass figurine meeting pavement; shattering.  
          unfixable.  
oh, how i miss my wings. the entitlement stripped from me each time i reached out for you.. and come to think of it— you were never reaching back.  

bloodshot eyes and a quivering chin.              “this is not how i left you."  
the ruler of the skies informs me, regarding my ethereal body being distraught.  

     "you were placed here strong—the earth rippled below your feet. fragility was a part of your whole being, of course, but how could you allow it to overcome you? for you are more than just fragile, you are repairable. never broken, only bent."
    so you say.  

-- ( and the rest is rust & stardust. ) ➶