IF

A poem

If you ever leave me

I will not mourn.

I will know I belong to the azure.

Walking the solitary path I will blend

the serene.

Ambling along the road,

I will greet the fenced bloom,

Together we will laugh at the

Jumping bunny, grazing on the green.

Across the road, will meet the shadow

Of that giant tree and smile,

Befriend the ledge in the lake-front

Beneath it’s boughs,

Holding hands with the resting gust,

Staring amazed at the calm

Touching the sublime.

Sharing the ledge with a stranger,

Will put the sun to bed,mingling

Our untold yawns,

Together will gaze at the clouds travelling,

And beam at the complaining moon

Trying to find its way.

The fire flies will get busy giving light

To the dark,

Will return, fisting a few, seated cosy

in my pocket, illuminating

That now dark corner.

The soup we together made,

Will seat in the oven, warming the cold,

Corns floating like memories,

Life, fleeting moments woven in silk.

So if you are not there

I will not mourn,

YOU will mourn what you missed.