Sow the Spring

In the shadows, there lies a heart

Weeping silently in the night

It cries out, unwilling to part

With the love, that has left the light.

Ran off at the first sign of plight,

It did, and left this very empty shell.

This dead heart tries with all its might

Even through the ashen death smell.

Lift up towards the light, this soul

Become playful once more, right now

Dance around like a newborn foal.

Like a wolf, rise up, cry thy howl.

Bring thy seeds, bring thy scythe, thy plow

And churn up a new Spring garden

Full of love, leave behind thy scowl.

Please, just give love a fair pardon.

(c) 2003 A Riddle