If I could but…

If I could but write,
the way your life is written.
If I could give salvation,
to a lost soul needing saving.
If I could feel the warmth,
again of past lover’s gentle kiss.
If I could sustain a springs,
forever waves of perfumed flowers.
If I could hear the first chirp,
of every newborn hungry chick.
If I could taste the salt,
of every shed pain filled tear.
If I could reach out a hand,
calming the aching void of loneliness.
If I could turn back the clock,
removing all traces of aged lines.
If I could hold your heart,
aloft in a glowing bubble of love.
If I could, if I tried,
I would find it all in your smile.

Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour