A spring of red delights.
Comes joy summer of spices so wild,
Like fire dancing, like licks burning.
As it so wild then sure the escape,
Certain as fall at the gates.
From fall to darkness and winter again,
Not as long for comes spring again.
Yellow spring come,
Let these dark coldness divide.
Make this sorrow subside.
O, how sweet these caress,
Away these memories and depress.
Comforting like silk and cotton are,
Like honey and milk…
Is this all that what is asked,
Why this satisfaction hunger must?
A thing, absent… where is the spark?
Missed so what was once… that spice!
How sweet these caress, yes!
But the need is gone
Mind not, fall has won.
Winter laugh,
Come make suffer, if suffer shall;
O doubts what to suffer…
But sure not what was last.
Though guilt is not past,
The last has its purpose,
Alas it is done.
Suffer this that one cannot find…
For what is not is what is craved.
Then appear here,
A spring so pink,
So pale, so soft, so fragile.
Like child, undoubted happiness…
Trust so full and purest the smiles,
Touch so true one can ever receive,
That one can ever, ever deserve…
A blossom both mild and wild,
Loving innocence, like child.
Bothered be, guilt of past or now,
Does not consent!
Deserves not such,
Far as to deceive can never be.
Thus let go, so pink a spring.
Together, will never be.
Fall shall, thus shall winter,
But darkest coldest these ever felt.
Why deserve such,
Why deserve such not?
Does past or any must count?
Why regret, why regret!
Still, regrets shall…
To loose the last, alone, ever be.
But as it so wished, will not be weak.
Hard a stone, tough can be…
As all subside, past most forgotten,
Calm not, much surprise devised!
Thought as hard a stone, withered
With just a spark a light.
One true light came,
Rays beyond suns…
A white spring.
So as no word can tell,
But perfect.
So true, so fine…
Astounded divine.
Luring… attracts…
Most deed it was,
Most, almost taken.
Restrain! It shall not be!
For not a glimmer can get…
As divine as such can never be tainted.
Know well the path to take, to choose.
So now retreat to this winter…
But first shall fall.
And most not bad at all,
As to it is it,
The withered has become ice.
Winter now comforting,
From sea a breeze alike.
As to it, it is…
Ice melts, with a spring.
Just spring, no color or anything…
Clearest though this one truth that cries,
An attraction most high defies.
Like a mist, nothing so certain,
What it was that made delight.
Unknown worlds of secret
Passion before front,
Like a boy wandering
A new a thing… so virgin.
But as did come so shall go.
Like illusion since
But true, but real,
But illusion once, not ever will…
Comes as goes shall it feels.
Not loneliness or sorrow,
But knowledge reveals.
The loss of such to find another,
To loose one and comes another…
As to the sun unseen in the night,
And the moon vanished in the day’s light.
Though all is certain,
Not or shall never be it a cycle…
It is life.
So go on, O spring.
Let see a fifth spring fall.
Jared Ken C. Perez
Jared Ken C. Perez
Jared is my second son...
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