Spring is in the air,
Smiling, dancing, my love.
New buds in my garden,
A shining purple sky above.
I hear the birds sing;
Cuckoos, mynahs, parrots and doves.
From a long autumn
of fallen leaves,
brown, dry and withered;
these broken dreams.
Now the seasons change into
these fresh landscapes in green.
The fallen white flowers
on the street,
in a heap at corners
of big banyan trees.
Like our old shining memories
Swept away by the cold, gentle breeze.
Then I hold your face in my arms
feel your breath in mine
hold your hands
feel your body
And through the brown leaves
I start to see a bokeh
of green shoots rising
from these graveyards of grief
where some umbers still burn
where some memories still refuse to lay to rest
I feel the longing
to see your beautiful eyes
I feel your mind
looking to unchain the past
to find yourself again
I feel the beginning of your search
like a resting caterpillar
a mild shake up
an attempt to unshackle
welcome disturbances
to seek and claim
what could have been
So I promise you my love,
to be there always
in the shadows
in the green rooms
in dark and in light
as a silent cheerleader
to your dreams
as you take stage
whether to forests or facades
to offer a hand or a shoulder
for second chances
coz its never really over
Till its over
as long as we live
uncaged, free and in love.
