March 20, 2000 7:58 p.m. mst
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"The First Day of Spring"
The search is finally over and the bloom is back on the rose
My tears have fallen ceaselessly and true love has shown me her face at last
I cannot find the proper words to express the feelings rampant in my wounded heart
As it heals with an ointment applied only with the most expert of care
The time it took to find the springtime seems to have taken forever
I lay my red and rusty eyes upon the face of love, and beauty means more now
Than ever wast in all lives past, save that when we, my love and I, existed in memory's bower
Alone together without questioning, but that was long ago,
And now with birds achirping outside her window,
I go to a place of perpetual springtime,
Where winter trees lose the frost
And the hope of summer's promise is brought by her sweet smile.
All spring days past are but a blur,
With resounding music heard only by me
Yet now Spring's excellent music can finally be heard by all.
Because my queen bestows upon me now that pure rare flower of her being,
And fresh tears fall like subtle rain upon the barren fields of memory,
The lost forgotten pains of love's yearning are about to fade forever from feeling
The hole is wholly filled and beauty, truth, and passion cry a clarion call for me.
Words are simply not enough to puncture the happiness and elemental belonging that I feel.
Words can only hint at the purity with which my muse empowers me.
I knew her, yes, but we have never coupled till now,
As Spring bursts forth in a fever of growing, garroulous goodness,
And as the words fall like rain from my lips,
Praising and pursuing the pulchritudinous visage which has been shown me,
I will stop, rest upon the path of perfection,
And blow a kiss to my Queen.
SPRING forth and let me love, as never have I loved
Life has never been filled with as much beauty as now I behold in her presence.
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