If i could stay,
then,
you would find me
in the dew
upon buds in April,
upon the raindrops of life
on springtimes showers.
Inside the gold
of leaf fall autumn,
and leaping from shadows
to greet the dawn
and gaze skyward
ever skyward.
Find me spellbound before
stormy crashing breakers.
Running with infants
joining in their joyous games.
There upon the smiles
of young loves lips
and inside the eyes
of old contentment.
Along each highway of adventure
towing a trailer of goodwill.
At rest between the amber flakes
of rust upon yesterdays autos.
And in the eye, your eye
which sees the love
in this beautiful world.