If Only

Sweet friend, 

if only I could show you 
your original innocence
as easily as you point 
to the fullness of the moon 
on a soft summer’s eve. 

If only I could guide your gaze 
to your unblemished beauty,
as the heart of the rose
draws the bee of your eye.

If you could forever hear
the song of your own heart,
neither praise nor blame
could ever turn your ear.

If you could taste the essence 
of this moment,  
your mind might never again
become lost in the maze
of more … more . . .

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This poem was first published in Mooky Chick online magazine.