My King of Spring Reversed

Ever-green— wintergreen— green as a mint,
Who but the sovereign King of Spring?
At times, in dreams, he appears to me,
Tempted to pour me his divine free will.

The flamboyant king embraces me in dreams,
And comes to visit as Bon Jovi would—
Full speed, galloping his steel horse,
Knight in shining armor who awoke my soul.

Unshrinking majesty says what he thinks,
And loudly do his thoughts speak.
Aware is my king, who loves pink.
Lonely your throne, long live the king!

From chronic ill temper, I agonized hopelessly.
A walking grave, sneezing in my regrets
At the sweet presence of spring breeze.
Truth is, my king— I am a fool for fantasy.

For a lifetime The King went missing,
His song spun reversed in me.
Now the lousiness of crickets,
Can ever dissever your song from me.

Ever-green, never dim, misty flamboyant as a mint,
To your colors I have become addicted,
And I’m rooting for you, my king.