if you could grasp the stars
that are entangled in my eyes
the oceans would not over flow
onto the rough terrain
of battered flesh.
the once present smirk
on the face of the moon
would return if for but a second leaving
contentment in it's place.
if only your kisses could bring
the sun up for lunch,
or your touch the flowers bloom,
perhaps my hardened heart
would then become an angels pillow for a time.
alas these things cannot pass for my wall is
forged by life and kept by time,
it has been there always.