By: Cecil Vernon Crumrine, Jr.

If I could -
I would freeze
the quicksilver
we call life

and it would never
again slip so easily;
so quickly
through our fingers...

If I could -
I would paint
your face
on every canvas

your beauty
with a wanting,
needful world...

If I could -
I would sit
and sip dandelion wine
with you

while the warm sun
pressed its breath
along the nape
of your neck...

If I could -
I would dance
with you

never walk
when I could run -

never sleep
when I could see -

never rest
when I could love.