Spring

The chirping of a robin as it proudly displays its breast,
As the morning sun glimmers through a stained-glass
Droplet on a green leaf,
Sending a shimmering cascade of vibrant color into this
Grey, grey world-- reaching for something unknown.

A love I'll never know, but decorates the lips of every other.
Making every old sound seem new.
It tears at my heart-strings and tears up my eyes
As I watch the bustle of everyday life.

I hear and I see, though I cannot feel the very basic
Thing that makes us who we are.

The smell of the barbeque, flames burning bright,
Giving warmth to the chilly evening, lost by fading light.
A happy child's cry turns into man's hollow moan as he sees
He is all alone.

Is this what has become of the life I have lived?
I can't rememeber anything.
Summer turned to autumn and then to winter it crept
But where, oh where, was my Spring?