Sparks let out light in the dark.

Dear the coming summer, please bring me peace.

Shine on me joy; something of my childhood, when everything was so big, and new, and endless. I can remember the feeling, but I can’t FEEL it anymore. Winters have made me bitter and lame: a cruel indignation; a three century death season now coming to a close.

So, come the summer, and I will be a blossoming tulip to the nuance of festivities. I wait for the day now when it all comes back to me. Where peace brings all and breeds all. And the weather changes like prancing life, sparking in the dark…