My May

My May arrives as a wave of melody
on the shimmering ocean
of which I'm just a drop,
finding the song written only for me.
My May is an obsession,
a taste I don't want to fade from my tongue,
a doorway to a secret room,
a new beginning of the same circle.
My May whispers to me
all the lyrics I never knew,
the answers to questions I was afraid to ask,
the mantras to carry me along
and keep my feet from sinking in the mud.