If

 

 

You toss me watercolor daisies,

when my hands would conjure you a garden

of blazing bouquets, if you hint just the least.

For one minute, if you’d care at all.

 

You sing me listless tunes you’ve worn,

when my fingers would line out such symphonies

of sounds never heard, if you join just the least.

For one minute, if you’d sing along.

 

You press crumpled paper into my fist,

when my purse bursts seams wide with gold-full,

of riches never seen, if you’d open just the least.

For one minute, if you’d only let go.

the companion

Only a bit farther

please don’t lose my hand

guide me around the corner,

we’ll find ourselves again.

Tell another story

since laughter eases pain

talking around the corner,

we’ll find joy again.

Slow the pace, catch lost breath,

bear up old souls in strong arms

love sits just beyond the corner,

where we’ll find rest again.