I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

I imagine that yes is the only living thing.

Your slightest look easily will unclose me, though I have closed myself as fingers, you open petal by petal myself a Spring opens her first rose.

Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.

in time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow) forgetting why,remember how in time of lilacs who proclaim the aim of waking is to dream, remember so(forgetting seem) in time of roses(who amaze our now and here with paradise) forgetting if,remember yes in time of all sweet things beyond whatever mind may comprehend, remember seek(forgetting find) and in a mystery to be (when time from time shall set us free) forgetting me,remember me

Must's a schoolroom in the month of may