Dreaming in Spring

Spring Dreaming

when spring is here and all the flowers bloom
in seas of orange and blue and yellow and red
and birds chirp dark grey winter past its gloom
I could lie beside my love in pleasure's bed
gazing deeply into shining eyes
holding naked bodies softly close
as the final tear of lonely mornings dries
and the soft white light of love and wholeness glows
but I lie lonely in my empty bed
though nature sings outside my soul is dead
black and blue and void of love's soft light
a vice is crushing my stone heart each night
the steely silver vice of loneliness
that leaves hearts turned to stone and souls depressed