Spring

Aspiring the spring,
Feeling and seeing;
In my back; flowers,
In my front; flowers,
Under my feet; flowers, 
Feeling and seeing;
Any blossom in my spirit?
Any bloom in my heart?
Any bud in my stamina?
Through my endurance?
By means of my
Fortitude?

Flying, flying, flying, 
To the cloud nine,
To the ecstasy,
To the dreamland, 
With my eagerness, 
With my soul,
With my ardor,
To see you 
Once more. 

Preparing of reunion
Getting near to gathering
To assembling,
And to the 
Spring.