In between time-worrying, 
it fainted on your lips, 
which took to whistling anyhow. 
You walked away unthinking 

out of the dread past 
into a light of happiness, 
a hunger that sang inside  
like a highland meadow 

after a long climb. Suddenly 
and unexpectedly in view, 
spring courting full bloom, 
bees all at work in the throbbing air.