Springtime

Aristotle once said that "love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."

my heart in springtime is
an environment of extremes
cold thoughts interlaced
with desperate hopelessness
long stretches of aridity punctuated
by unyielding bursts of punishing emotions
continually teased by rose thorn stems
crowned with a multitude of blooms
each composed of petals
promising to erupt
into beautiful flowers
of specific colors
each baring symbolic meanings
none of which ever pertain to me
except for colors like indigo or other
shades of blue- I think
melancholy is beautiful
that feeling of being stuck
in staccato alterations of awareness
where oblivion culminates within the final
few heartbeats of the chances
 that you have left until
the seasons change again
always bringing about the
constant certainty of surprise
leaving you hanging on for dear life
for one more springtime

© 2010 Lyndsey Warren