If.
If lovers co-mingle who once Heaven breached,
if echoes of ardour pierce final silence,
when I wait in this void where stars collided
his kind voice I will hear.
If hearts now formless mold bodies from ether,
if in other worlds ghosts create substance,
when I kneel to plead for more solid assurance
his soft touch will I feel.
If spirits escape from restrictions of air,
if souls can revisit scenes of past bliss,
when I walk in dreams of remembered kisses
he will come to me there.