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~

Feelings

Rock

lying beside the way

Pick it up

turn its smoothness

 in your hand

Cool 

grey 

stone

Warming just a little

from

the press of your hand

Nice enough 

to keep

take it home

Rock

lying forgotten in a bag

take it out

turn its smoothness

in your hand

Cool

grey 

stone

Scratched just a little

from

its life in the bag

Nice enough 

to keep

perhaps a little longer

Rock

lying on a shelf

Lift it down

turn its smoothness

in your hand

(don't mind the dust)

Cool 

grey 

stone

Dulled just a little

from 

mediocrity and neglect

Nice enough

to keep

but perhaps a little boring...

Rock

lying thrown in a garden

Leave it there

ignore its smoothness

as it leaves your hand

Cool 

grey

stone

Moistened just a little

from

the dampness of your touch

Not nice enough

to keep

Who needs it?

~Penelope~