The darkness bows its head and kneels before the light. Green is about to overcome the loneliness of white and darkness. The pain of birth makes its way through the cold and separation. And the renewal of life triumphs over death. The bare branches are covered with buds and hope. The air is filled with the fragrance of innocence, temptation, sin and sadness. Everything is flesh and longing.
My green eyes awaken from the loneliness of the long winter, and tenderness is about to flood the world with immense expectation. The ice melts, and the sound of the falling drops releases the disappointments that have accumulated through the cold season. Lonely pieces of ice drift down the river, melting beneath the sun's rays to make way for the whispering willows and the green eyes that will heal every broken heart. The sun's rays dry the tears in my green eyes and fill them with laughter and enchantment. And the raindrops count the moments until our meeting.
Life is woven from brief moments. Moments between birth and death. Moments between the intoxication of love and separation. And moments of pain when we become too close and too vulnerable to one another. My green eyes are like a magnet for you. They fascinate you and draw you towards magical lands that you long to visit. And you are torn between remaining whole, unharmed and lonely, or taking the risk and allowing your heart to be broken at last. Because after green comes the deep blue of the sea, towards which the green eyes will eventually fly away from you. Blossoms awakened by love merge harmoniously with the young green leaves, and you choose the brief moments of happiness over the endless moments of loneliness. To rise. To grow.
