Answer to spring rings true
Passion fruit ripens
Running through fields of green
Insoluble to fathom its lusciousness
Love breaths fresh breeze in April
Dreams float through my fingers
I stand and watch as my dreams blow away
Close my eyes, wishing I held on just a little bit tighter
Dreams caught on the breath of wind
I have one more chance to catch my vision
This time I'm not letting go
My dreams return, with both hands
I reach out and retrieve
What is mine