If I sang to the moon would not all the stars rejoice?

 

If I sang to the moon, would not all the stars rejoice?

If I a shadow, hadn’t stumbled over you  

And made that gentle bow, like a blade of grass…   

Would you not of shimmered like the morning dew?

For me; always and forever…

 

If the ocean makes the sand

Who made the moon-grains pearl?

Who made the mountain that stands?

Like a bottomless, hourglass

Reflecting-up - up but still below you…

 

If a reeling cloud dressed Venus, ethereal as a snow drift.

Would I just not undress to tremble, invisible, next to you?

Just to listen to my angels melting, tiptoes…

Disappearing; with her jingles go.

 

If I sang to the moon, would not all the stars rejoice?

If a shadow, hadn’t stumbled over you

And took a bow like a blade of grass…   

Would you not of beheld me

Quaking in my splintering, boots of glass.

 

If I was a scarlet; sky, enfolding all your love.

Would you not turn the potter’s wheel anti clockwise?

Too make it slow… into an eternal clay catalyst.

 

If I sing to the moon, would not all the stars rejoice?

If the solar system and the wheels are kind,

And I say it with flowers

Would you not hear a brass band a symphony?  

From; some long forgot starlit paradise.

 

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I like questions of love and romance and this one contains some splendid ones along with the imagery...:)

[Mark Heathcote]

I’ve edited just a little since you read. So please you like it. Thank you for your review.

[Sami Khalil]

I will check. You are welcome...:)