The Green Spring

Come down my sweetheart, to where the world softens

Walk beside me, as if time has softened just for us

As if every second knows

It belongs to you

I love you quietly

In the spaces between breaths

I have looked at you too long; not long enough

Now my eyes don’t belong to me

My beautiful,

My terrible, distant moon

Why do you rise only to abandon me?

You flood my nights with silver

You leave my hands full of nothing

The days pass

But I don’t follow them

I stay where you are

The days take pieces of me with them

They leave my hands empty

My moon of the night,

Ask the stars to linger a little longer

Tell them to fracture in its sleep

I cannot survive another morning

That does not have you in it

My cruel green spring of dreams,

You bloom where I cannot follow

And I’m left here

Rooted in a season that never changes

If patience is love

Then I am love ruined

I have loved you the way the night keeps the moon

Distant but devoted

Take my hand for once

Like spring brushing the frost—brief,

But leaving the world warmer, more hopeful

My sea that has no end,

I do not fear drowning in you

for even in your depths

I find currents that carry my home

A home my feet have never known

Stay longer my beautiful

Or let me follow where you go

Because loving you like this

Is the ugliest truth only I know