If I could sing a sprig of spring,
put music to your step
I’d sing the songs that love birds sing
while nestled in their nest
If I could brew the morning dew
and quench your thirsty soul
I’d smile one grand or maybe two,
my love for you to show
If I could ask the ocean vast
to keep your hopes afloat
I’d be the man tied to the mast
to hear those siren notes
If I could slow the river flow,
draw curtains ‘round your world
I’d set the clock for ‘never know’
no need for hands that twirl
If I could buy a clear blue sky
and hang it in your room
I’d frame it with a cherry pie
for later to consume
If I could start a flower mart,
put roses in your hands
I’d sell the ones to stop the heart
of this old poet man
If I could board as king and lord,
stow mem’ries in your hold
I would enlist a Roman horde
and guard them as if gold
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
a well deserved gold as always. keep them coming, I'll keep reading.
