Spring Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Paved with fragments of glass and acidic dreams
Do we care to enter another year?
You caught my eye, as you walked alone in this grayness
Still you reached out your hand, I instantly responded;
Hopping under the spotlight of all things that caught fire
We could explode, be turned to stone or devoured,
But we didn’t care, to hell with their threats.
The world’s turning into an eternity of demonic summer
But our hearts will always sing tunes of spring. Hold me.