if any of this life,

any of these days

were mine to save

or delegate,

i would go back to the

purity of childhood

and meet you while my

heart was still quite young,

unjaded and unspoilt by

the passage of time.

together we’d be wrapped with

the promises of innocent love.

the world would open wide

before us, and we’d be taken

in by her beauty.

but more so than that,

we’d have unstained hearts

ready to fill with vibrant bold

discoveries, and

the marvels of the Lord.

we’d climb up

mountain paths,

through winding trails

fringed with flowers and grass.

exhausted, we’d be

swept down in the

rush of silvery streams,

bouncing over pebbles

and stones as smooth as glass.

at the bottom,

we’d chase each other

with bursts laughter

and splashes of water…

then we’d rest for awhile

as our breath caught up

and filled back

into our chests.

then,

i’d follow where

you’d want to go,

and see everything

you’d want to show.

later, as the glimmers

of the stars overtook

the night sky

we’d dance like

silly creatures under

the phases of the milky moon

drinking from this youthful cup.

as the new day was about

to break into dawn

we’d straighten up,

but before i’d allow

the tender rays of the

morning sun to guide

our way back home,

i’d look all the way deep

into your black eyes,

and with my

hand in yours,

and yours in mine,

i’d make a wish upon

every star i’d just seen,

to stay there,

with you, forever

frozen in time.