...When the cherry blossoms aren't enough. In another beautiful place, but something's missing. I had the sweet intuition, the gorgeous premonition, that something was meant to be in the spring. But we can imagine so much to keep ourselves warm in the chill. They melted the snow away. I wore them in strange ways. But the springtime comes, and the cherry blossoms aren't enough. She's in the middle of two bright suns. And the beauty is enough to have me want not to disturb...the revolving. The little pink flowers can't circle the heart, like her pretty blue rings do. Just another pretty empty picture. I am here. Blinded by another springtime...
-Alan Augustine