Spring mocks me with its perennial awakening A fleeting glimpse of new life and blue skies Shape-shifting betwixt slumber and arising This contrast amidst fervent hope, familiar lies Seasons revolve around my stationary frame As I bide my time, awaiting answers unknown Repetitive cycles, yet it all remains the same A journey delayed, longing for destiny shown Time, I beg thee, set my calendar aright I yearn to revel in each passing day Bring to me my beloved, my heart's delight For my soul shall not flourish any other way.