If I knew I could give you all the stars
I would let you claim the fullest moon,
but when the clouds come thick and slow,
and that molasses sky takes from us
that backdrop to our wandering tales
I fear the darkness will be too swift to bear.
If I knew I could give you every tomorrow
I would not think twice about yesterday,
but even a single loose thread could undo
every stitch and sew I’ve crafted in you,
and before every spring comes winter,
before every today an unnamed tomorrow
waiting for you to tame its raging heart.