Shall I see it again?

Shall I see again,
the fire that's embers
have long been turned to ash?

Shall I see again,
the bear become a
carpet by the hunter?

Shall I see again,
the air become so
toxic by the poison here?

Shall I see again,

the stars swallowed up
by another black hole?

Shall I see my lust,
my love forgotten,
or in the Spring
shall I see it blossom?