spring has to come again

just like the leaves had to fall every autumn and flowers had to bloom every spring, just like darkness had to be recognized by the presence of light only and stars had to be discovered even after a billion years, just like birds had to fly to their little nests every day before sunset and fly again on the next morning, just like columbus had to discover america and Icarus had to fall, just like da vinci had to paint mona lisa and wilde had to immortalize dorian, just like every corner had to turn into a new lane, and every lane into a new kind of hope, just like some lanes had to be closed for new ones to open and hope had to bloom in places unimagined, the sun had to come up that day. the phones had to go. the way had to be made and the route had to be taken. the night had to be gone and the day had to be spent. we had to return and spring had to come and go and come again and i had to find you. which is to say, i was always meant to.