What would I give

What would I give

For this life

If it wasn't

Were it to fade

Or never to be born.

What would I do to

See the dawn slowly

Rising, hear the birds

The clear air

On the horizon.

To be the piece that

I play, the part I

Live through, the lines

Spoken, the looks given,

The sage longing.

Unfound and unyielding,

The warm rays upon me

And the birds and the flies

And the dew.

As a dream yet

Unwoken, a tale yet

Unspoken, a wonder

Coiled solace

Sounded stupor.

Would there be

What couldn't, would

It shimmer on the

Skyline, would it

Be in the recess

Of the world.

Or would it lie

In the heavens

Still born and new

Savoured with the

Fill of the chances yet

Unmade.