loose prose-untitled

oh breath of spring refresh

this barren wasteland

oh change this thorny branch

into a full, fragrant blossom

take the gauze from my ears

take the patches from my eyes

bring me to the valley

bring me to the sun

in the shadows

in the light

your face, it stays the same

door opened
a fresh breeze enters the room

heart turned cold
relit
by the joy of your embrace