If I Could Dream Those Eyes
If I could dream those eyes, bright stars! I’d be a Man, again!
(By which, I mean, awake to every need)
If I could sheathe the sword in stone, I’d learn to couch the pen,
And write words that suggest, but never bleed.
If I could muse my way through tomes and find you waiting there,
A better woolgather than any told,
If I could cross to Heaven’s Vale and kneel before your chair,
I’d live again, and never would grow old!
But there are better ways than those I choose to now embrace,
More practical, and sensible are these,
Ensconce within my heart a Rose, and in it, find your face,
And bear it with me always, sign of Peace!
3/17/2019
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