Poetics and Musings

Ode 4

If I were the snow I'd fall
Just to kiss your skin
Dusting cheeks and brow again and again

If I were a willow I'd bow
If only to brush your feet
A quiet elegy made where branches meet

If I were a nightingale I'd sing
Just for you to hear
Outdo the other fowel perching ever near

If I were the moon I'd rise
Just to glimpse your face
O'er slumbering valleys wandering would I trace

If I were the stars I'd wink
Silent smile yet made of glee
Velvet sky set a glitter just for you to see

If I were the wind I'd brush
Breezy fingers through your hair
Playful fairy knots whipped with utmost care

If I were a stormy gale I'd spin
Just to whip you 'round askance
A wheeling ballroom waltz for you and I to dance

But I am not the moon or stars, snow or gale
Nor a bird or weeping willow tree
Woefully amongst the rest I pale compared to thee