A Dreaded Spring

By Dan Mulhollen

A Dreaded Spring

I'm waiting for the vapors of the dawn,
I don't know where tomorrow those might be.
Wake up counting dreams so quickly gone,
And wondering were some of them for me?

It's easy to pretend that nothing's wrong,
Magnify the fading winter sunshine.
Loves I have too big to bring along,
Set them on the curb, they're never mine.

As spring draws near I feel the walls move in,
My thoughts so indirect, almost dispersed.
Is this the time to end or to begin?
Impatience, not enough time to rehearse.

If I could talk to you out in a field,
Could yesterdays be put back in their place?
And bit by bit wait 'til the wounds have healed?
Let confidence, this panic, then replace?

I'm standing still with the world flying by,
Unable to find hope feeling so crushed.
Holding on and holding back I try,
To find a missing something I could trust.
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