Bless my morn, O Springtime Goddess!
Trust my palm with fragile bodice;
Rest your gaze, arresting mine;
Peer past eyes, my soul divine;
Walls glare like your glassy pond,
But I know you see beyond,
So refract your dazzling hue;
Lend your light, ignite what’s true;
In such wisdom, reminisce;
Guide my metamorphosis;
Teach me how to live reborn
Like you, fresh from old skin torn;
Then, depart, when it is right;
Brace your agile wings, alight;
Carry me in dauntless flight.