if I could find a way to hit delete
if there was lock, I would turn the key
if there was an easier way,
a quicker path
I would take it immediately
if there were no shadows
or once flowering meadows
if the silver had tarnished
not polished to gleam
if old black and whites
had been torn and discarded
I might have felt more at ease
if there were no songs
forgotten not long
if the tune didn’t play in your memory
when I don’t know is an easy road
to protect those good old days
if there were no thoughts of any but me
if the little black book I didn’t see
if doesn’t cover the well used pillow
of dances not ever quite complete
if I could read your mind
what would I find
what else is there I don’t know
what will I discover shrouded
there undercover… just
waiting to rain down on me
the sky opens and you rain down on me
lightning flashes across my sky
your thunder rocks my world
my petals open,
nourished by each droplet
and you root
yourself deep inside of me
never, have I known such happiness
forever, how long I want this to last
not an annual that blooms then dies
but a perennial constantly self renewing
I bask in the glory of your love