there is a hush and the light play begins

there is a hush and the light play begins
I open my eyes and reawaken
on the stage of my life,
it is Spring

the Troubadour
of Feathers
in their ribald ritual
break the night of silence

sunlight filters through my window
in octaves of sound,
the wind is bare
and you will leave tomorrow,
we will write poems
with our summer hearts,
we will finish what we started
and nothing is going to change
our world
five hundred miles away.