Let me sleep this winter off...
Wake me when it's spring again
A new snowfall, winter saw me run
Run for miles and never learn what weary legs were for
April sing so I may breathe your color
Dancing lilac eyes bleed of me
If fortune grooves these hands, I will hold them to the sun
Wash them in springtime and hold them to the sun
New day, dawning new day
Ripening wind shall see me dance—this is our rhythm
Tender spring, come lift me
Lift those who have never flowered
Carry me to blossom
Carry me to my summer
We wished on a new moon
Felt the weight of days and did not dance
My walking has yet to find the sun
This is forever. This is dying. This is forever
This is dying. How I shall miss you?
The loss of this shall memory restore?