Within these seasons that pass and come, it is my time to love again. My turn to open the windows and shutters and fly open the hatches to the rain breaking free from the clouds. I will walk again beneath the summer of my sun splashed by the tide coming home to the shore, stain my feet with the grapes from the vine. It is time my heart beats fire beneath another, in a rhythm of tumbling dancing into love. My spring has come beneath his new moon this stream gushing from within as my branches wrap round riding him into the dawn.