Spring can come tomorrow,
when the sun beams are glistening
and when the leaves are lisping
and when the sky is listening.

Spring can come next month,
when the carnations are blooming
and the earth is blossoming,
when my heart is bright and quiet,
and beating.

Spring can return after you leave
when the moon is dripping silver liquid
when the light outside my window pane lingers
when the flowers in my vase prosper.

Spring can drown me from the inside out,
with or without you,
flowers bloom in my chest
yellow light spills from my mouth
and vines burst from my skin

I'll make sure
spring comes
with or without you,
and in that field
I will spend eternity
with or without you,
with or without
a body beside me.

And that is Eternity.