i can't help
thinking,
just maybe,
if i could force the sun to stay away,
to leave me just the stars in its bay
and if i could bend those stars to suit my whims,
to bathe me in light i felt comfortable in,
just maybe,
i could love him.
if i could run the oceans into defeat,
to sprint until they fell at my feet,
and if tide and time would turn for me,
giving me a solitary victory
just maybe,
i could forget you.
if i could lift the storms away from harm,
gathering thunder and lightning in arms
and if i could soothe the squalling of the gale,
softening the blows from marring hail.
just maybe,
i could find a safer way.
i can't help
thinking,
just maybe,
if i could mould the unmalleable
conquer what i thought infallible,
and if i could upend everything i held dear,
and find some way to force my eyes clear,
just maybe,
i could walk away from you.
this can hardly be classified as a poem - more as deluded ramblings.