If I had a way to absorb the light,
I would be the reflection of sun’s unflinching delight!
If I had a way to reach the roaring sea,
I would’t fear to walk into the sea with my plea!
If I had a way to make Sundays ooze,
Close doors to rushing youth wouldn’t abuse!
If I knew how to induce trees to bloom,
The darkness of home and image of sun wouldn’t loom!
If home was for solitary thinking, hesitation and rave,
Drapes, books, closets and pictures wouldn’t be slave!
If anguish in eyes were a treasure,
Each tear would be melted for measure!
If my dark, unruly shadow had pride,
It wouldn’t be captured by the blazing sun in each side!
If I crossed storm at my chosen path,
The waves of wine would fervidly give me a bath!
But natural nothingness in my eyes was loomed conspicuously!! ... Ellie bing