If I Weren'T Afraid

Written by: Gregory Richard Barden

If I Weren'T Afraid

If I weren't afraid
     I'd lull midnight dwindling
 The ebb of passion's tide

             ~ our drowned desires.

I'd weave for you a blanket
     of starlight, spindling
 Embrace you on it, tender

             ~  'midst heaven's fires.

A dream so borne as dew
     on a sweet day breaking
 Is in your breathless stead

             ~ but a meadow of tares.

And though I'd hoped, in vain
     beyond its wide waking,
 Could you not have ceded me

             ~ a soft lash's cares?

All the thrums of angel wings
     All the pleadings prayed
 Empty hearts would burst for you

             ~ Oh, if I weren't ... afraid.





~ 3rd Place ~  in the "If I Weren't Afraid" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.