If peotry were a love song

rhythmic passion would bleed through every verse

The evening light gracing on her skin 

Timeless beauty of love unbroken 

In the stillness 

With my arm firmly around her waist 

And a gentle caress of my nose along her ear

 

If poetry were suffering 

The clanking of every track

The distruction by every missle

The hum of every drone 

The shot of every bullet

Would be the sounds of God no longer caring

As we dig the rubble from our lifeless loved ones

 

If poetry were forgiveness 

We'd learn from our sins 

Watching the cruel nature of man wash away 

 

If poetry were hope

It would lead us to higher plains

Placing the wildflowers in the casting rays of the sun upon the window sill 

Blessed by every shared memory of our love