A Resting Needed Comes To Loom

Prolonged is this marathon,
Initiated by the budding of Spring...
And a thawing done once again,
With the dawning of promise...
Blooming within that seems not to end.

Prolonged is this marathon,
With a wish to witness and touch...
Daring an eye not to close too much,
Too soon.

But a resting needed comes to loom,
And linger,
Until...
Until,
A snore awakens from an unsuspecting nod.