Perspective from Spring

Burbling softly through my dreams

Soothing water over stones

Wash not away my cares

But carry peace into my mind

Lend me the clarity of your waters

From a state of peace to consider

My life in the green filtered light

Of a forest primeval full of new growth

The heart of spring on the sleeve of the forest

Flowers and ferns on the moss clad boughs

Pooling on the forest floor

Shining in rays of sun

Filling shadows with their fragrance

Ephemeral glory of the lengthening light

As the world revolves towards summer

Not yet to parch as in heat whose mercy

Is found in the cold waters of sea and river

Tis by the grace of summer that I might swim therein

And linger and play where night is so far

Without hearing the music of my dance with Death

In the chill of the ocean that would settle in my bones

A form of peace found in the cold and the waters buoying embrace

In which I might sink when Summer’s heat is high in the air

Without courting the final proof of mortality

Without sinking further into the embrace of Death

The murmur of the ocean calls to me from dreams.