Sprung

Spring is in the air
Change is blowing her breath on my face
And though the sharp tangs of frost still linger
Her scent is sweet and I want to kiss her

Spring is in the air
The sun is shining down its promises:
Ever more daybreaks and chances anew
I keep breathing and will toast to the dawn’s blushing hue

Spring is in the air
Love’s possibilities are hypnotizing
With their honeyed tastes of what could yet be
But for memories of old hurt and my timidity

Spring is in the air
I try to find footing on fresh, untried legs
My instincts alone I must follow
I will stumble and yet, will walk tomorrow

- lada doesn’t like candles because they make her see the light