Spring Dreams

You're like a sunbeam that hits all the windows, the world is staring at you.

I see cherry blossoms everywhere and the trees are dancing to the sound of your heartbeat.

I can't believe you're for real.

But you walk and the ground trembles, and the wind is trying to touch your hair, so I guess you're made of bones and flesh and blood.

How can I explain all this light then?

You turn around and your smile is more beautiful than the sunset.

All the flowers of the universe are jealous of your skin.

I give up.

You're a miracle inside a body, a song that walks and makes it happen.

They call you by your name, but they're mistaken.

You're the essence of Spring.

The very first sprout of an everlasting garden.