Come to Me in April

Come to me in April when the chill of March winds have died and the flowers that struggle to bloom now find sun rays that warm and loom; come to me in April when all the winter cold slips reluctantly away and the garden breathes anew swept by spring brooms with daffodils and tulips from the earth exhumed; come to me in April when all my memories float on by escaping the tears never meant to cry and what was can never be undone; come to me in April when the tide of Easter resurrection lives again God's promise to the souls of men that life goes on beyond the here and now; come to me in April when all our dreams are reawakened and the bonds of love are never shaken freely given, ready for the taking.