My Spring

My Spring *********** Today Spring has come to my doorsill, The leaves that from frees severed, Rolling in air to my windowsill, The spring has come to my domicile. The spring with mist overcast my house, On the way to my cottage through soprano glade, The narrow line through Delphinium of roses, The spring springs to my mow. The storm invincible is blowing, Over the roof of my colony, The sweet spring the strong spring, Through faded leaves it is falling. The spring is panting deep and lying, On the dust it is flying with careless air, With sound of vacant ears it blows, With the song of birds it flows. The dim light from the mind, The joy from the bottom of being, Welcome the spring with manifold rhymes, The joy and sorrow with thoughtless logic. The spring dawns for the beauty of your eyes, For the lips that you speakand without cause, For the quaint smile that springs on my being, The pain that you hold for me for love uncouth. The heart is feeling empty and full, The joy of meeting you in my dream, The spring drops to cloud and vanishes, As you are in my heart like Sky Arbitrary. In the space beyond mind where intellect fails, In the twilight of my being deep down, The space of soundless beauty and form, Spring comes as euphoric joy, you gleam as locus of my self, my dream Girl. ***********