The spring of hopes

For years and years
the doors of my soul
remained open for you
Falling deeply down
into the pits of
unknown sorrows
Say,I was in an
island of sorrows,
without you.
But at last
you are here,
before me,before my eyes...
Let the tree of my life
sprout through you,
Let all the dry leaves
fall and decay,
The coming spring
will be ours.