Broken Spring Poem by Ludolf Dauphin

Forget about the moonlight
The misinterpreted stars,
of a once glorious night
Now quivering through a cold chilly December
Scarcely, but not quite piercing through,
This frozen midnight clouds

And here I thought I could be your spring
Holding your hand, contractual ‘till the end
And never once dream of letting go
But in this life, there are hearts breaking
As they are life being pluck away,

The tree of life, causing outcries, pluck—pluck
The white lilies are no more, the yellow daffodils too
They are all staring down, into this gentle ruined
Unable to peak, even reaching for the blue
Yes, yes, spring did come but furled up just as fast

At least for these two world-weary hearts,
You and I, the lacked thereof, the inescapable that is
Now, I can't wait for this Love, this rigid, awful thing
To stop manipulate and exploiting, this not so innocent moon

Now, there is one less secret here
Within this white-less moon
I'm not sure how to begin to forgive and forget
How to even go about forgiveness.Pluck-pluck,
The while lilies are no more, the plum blossom too.