Spring Poem by Joshua Aube

(to V)

I guess I know why spring makes me sad
I guess I know why I grow a beard every spring
After the showers, the gulmohar* blossoms make my skies red
I guess I know why I stop on my way and smile.

You do not know you are the never ending music of my life
You are the air behind my chattering mind.
Softly at midnight when a slumber tiptoes to my weary eyes
You play the songs of the wind and the pine.

And there you are in sound of the showers, and the new age bands
And when the bus stops over at the empty bus stands,
You know not to stop a quaver rest.
And like the cello in the fog you are,
And like the allegro of the whirling sands,
And in the mellow purple hours of every dawn
You play a hymn with the watchman's errands
And ceaselessly, you play on and on
Just that spring is the plaintive part of the song.

You do not know you still make my moments magical
Still, when I am hurt, I search for your being
Through watery eyes.
Still when it is just me and a marvelous sunset.
Unknowingly, I clasp your hand with my heart.


*gulmohar = Delonix regia