Inspired

Your hands reached out with a flower sprouting in their palms, but I could not hold them. A spring that stretched from very far away came and passed; the scents of unpicked daisies and violets drifted softly through my heart. "It was a hope that burned me, a belief," I read in a book, and then I believed that my hands had touched spring. I believed in the sun rising above us. I became blind to the world, deaf to the seasons. I could not be mute to the song I hummed. It was not you, but only your eyes that I could not forget. I wrapped you in my heart, you became my heart's wound. You became the one who dawned upon my heart.