If you could strip away your face
to show your vulnerable soul,
If you could sing out the pain I see
revealing all the shame that gleams,
If you could close your umbrella
against my cleansing rain of hope and forgiveness,
If you could raise your fist in cheers
when worldly pessimism washes you out,
If you could walk along the beaches’ rim
as oceans thrash apart your dreaming’s shells,
If I could kiss your mariner’s cheek with my sandy lips
and bring the men of old to dock in the port of your heart,
Would you let me share the voyages of my own heart
while you row the oars of patient listening?
Would you share with me your pirate songs
while I hoist the sails onward towards the waving skies?
Would you let your loving be dashed upon my internal moat
even as wraiths arose to swallow you whole?
I hope that you would
Like I hope for spring’s first blush of green
returning to fulfill its eternal promise