Trusting Spring

I don't have time to watch it more - the crooked clock of ironed past - I don't believe I can feel spring Unless I grab your hand and jump Together in the blossom maze Perhaps we bring ourselves alive In poison-free redwoods up north And secret Jacaranda wonders. If eyes don't open - I understand You don't need them to see our Heaven But bear with me for falling seconds And hope cocoons will burst and open I sprout again through solid pavement Against the reconstruction site And I do know I can bring spring Together with your warmth from Heaven.