I
feel the wind blowing
through my hair
I
feel free.
My heart is open
no matter how closed
I want it to be.
I smell the spring
again,
wearing short sleeves
again,
buttercups rising
from bulbs
again.
And you're still here
wondering if it's going
to rain.
Can the sky
handle the humidity?
Can WE handle
the inconsistency?
these rocky roads
don't need to be
here for
more people to take risks.
More of us falling
more of us tripping
breaking
bones
hearts;
as we descend into
the fresh cut grass...
it smells so fresh
and we feel so new
renewed.
And you're still here
wondering if it's going to rain...
the clouds have gotten dark
and plenty.
We've gone back to the start
and many
chances to hold back--
I'm going back;
and thinking back--
still peddling.
The rain can't last forever
let spring take it's course.
And as the wind blows
through my hair; and
water drops form on my glasses
and the smile on your face
is frozen;
I realize
you don't care if it rains.