1992 <br /> <br />If I could drink the pale silvered milk of the harvest moon <br />and taste it sweet and gleaming, dripping on my lips <br />I could truly be sated <br /> <br />If I could ride upon the feathered wings of the nighttime wind <br />enveloping the billowing clouds, whispering through the trees <br />I could truly be free <br /> <br />If I could be the warm sunlight gowning the green earth <br />in life giving glow, letting all things drink of my sustenance <br />I could truly give <br /> <br />If I could be the soft fragrance of frail petals blown gently <br />on the warm spring breeze, bringing essence <br />to any for their pleasure <br />I could truly have peace <br /> <br />If I could have your love forever and could drink always <br />from the beauty of your soul <br />I could have all of these things. I love you<br /><br />James Jarrett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-poem-to-my-wife/
