If only she would someday walk <br />before the camera <br />of my eye <br />free of all her pains and doubts <br />I would paint a picture for the world to see <br />to show that we had finally found <br />our way back to possibility <br />If her smile could just return <br />to claim its place <br />among the contours of her face <br />One by one her tears would dry <br />one by one would go away <br />And then <br />from then <br />to evermore <br />she would <br />again <br />hold me near <br />Door to door would open wide <br />to the futures bright <br />and safe retreats <br />If only she could leave <br />the past behind <br />and follow me <br />but again <br />across the winters fallowed land <br />return once more to <br />Covemont Valley <br />and the high sky <br /> landing of <br />Chimney Ridge <br />where the wind read us poetry <br />and solutions came to embrace <br />where once we thought to build our house <br />If only this could be...<br /><br />Stephen S. Yeandle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-only-it-could/
