I would not be able to see-
Would I feel an infinite blue?
I would not be able to hear-
Would it be compromised
With that gold of the Catholic's view?
I would not be able to feel-
Love eternal- the gift from the skies?
I would not be able to smell-
Rain of Ireland- my heart mortifies...
I would never met you this life-
Would I be who I am in the temples of joy?
You never read me between the lines-
Would today be as precious as those white feather toys?
There would be no tomorrow-
Would Peace make its landing on our behalf?
There would be no sorrow-
Would I kiss your tears- the sweetest thing in my heart?
We all step out together
To knock on the heaven's door here- on Earth?
We've hear we are granted
Courage we need- to say no and spell yes...
(... from the first class of creative writing- forced into 'past' thinking :)