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…
The Joe Van 