Spring time

i just love the smell of spring. New beginnings arriving all the while school coming to a teetering end, and the taste of rain as flowers awaken from a long, restful sleep. The moon shines bright this evening and I've decided to hold hands with stars while I saunter around alone in the majesty of all that hides behind the shadows of night. I remember a shadow of deception behind which I used to play, teasing myself with the possibility of wealth in something unfulfilling to yearn for. And the body--mine, his--that blocked illumiation from the moon, while allowing false stars to sink deep into my eyes and leave me struck by what I thougt to be love. And although now, a new and righteous fond affection has developed into sincere devotion and care, these nights I walk alone under a sky clear and free from any shadows other than my own, these nights wake me like the flowers budding with the new life of this beautiful spring, this beautiful forgiving beginning. And I am allowed to grow here, alone, under the moonlight and then sunlight and then rain and then peace. I am allowed to grow here. In peace.