Long spring is over

Yes, summer has come without

The apology of a tomorrow

The summer has torn out

The remnants of my mind.

Bitter youth is

The bitterest wine ever

How can I forget that

The long spring is over?

I had named you spring and

Serenity

Like a new faith you had come and

Eased

The old bitterness out of me.

In my tomorrows I had planned

A little bit of you

In my yesterdays I had hoped

To drape a veil over

The sadness of youth in exile.

When the birds wing joyfully across

The skies

And trees move their leaves

To the rhythm of the breeze

And children go out to play early

Most afternoons

I will remember

I will remember that

The long spring is over

And you won’t be here to share

another

With me.