If...

Moon

waits upon my brother

dancing light

amidst the silver of his hair

Brother

once a mountain

Now a bird

so frail beneath my hand

yet splendid still

Star of my heart

If were blind 

and yet you lived

I still could see your smile within my eyes

and feel its warmth 

upon my cheek

If I were deaf 

and yet you lived

I still could hear your voice within my heart

and know its joy...

If you but lived...

My heaven

Pure and healing silver light

Lend shelter

Cloud

where would you be 

without a sky to travel

Where?

Star of my heart

If I were mute 
and yet you lived

you would be my words and voice

and tell of how I felt...

If all my limbs were withered 

yet you lived

all the joy of movement

would dance on in other parts of me...

If you but lived...

~Penelope~