If i could
I would teach you again
Of the beauty of water
If i only knew how
I would take you
Into the young, green wood
To smell life anew once more
If i remembered the way
I would sing you to love
With words that once roused
Now stale
As they leave my dead mouth
I would send the warm breeze
Like my lingering touch
That has created gooseflesh
Along the bronzed landscape of you
But i lost the map of the world
I’m working from flawed memory

I believe in laughter that remains,
Untapped and waiting to rise once more
And i perceive
The possibility of re-creation
That sits like silver Eden
Within sight on the horizon
With its gates left unguarded;
These are the threads called hope
That can lift whole nations from the dark
And my vision –
It is light by comparison…

If i could
I would teach you again
Of the beauty of water