Beckoning of Spring

Far from the sky , far from the high space ,,,some one says 

Spring has arrived , with blossom and colors , on the spiraling ways

Treading on the grass , the dew is telling to feel the breeze

The magpies are telling from the poplar trees

The night is dark , yet it speaks with whisper
sweet melodies & happy moments , that feels our memoirs 

The innumerable stars, sparkling from the dark milky-Way 
Quiver in the branches shading white petals on the stony way 

It cajoles ones imagination , or might alluring the truth

Behind the flickering hair , a pair of dazzling eyes 

murmuring with a feeble sound , that I can hardly seize

Either I am immersing in a state of delusion

or am I searching for sound that is haunting my illusion

In an ascendancy of mind , it is bringing drizzle of debonair 

Far from the lustrous green field , from the radiant meadows
And it is becoming sprinkles a downpour when I'll wake up

It reveals someone is arriving , the one I  long so dear , will surely turn up.