I sometimes yearn for the power to control the clouds,
So that they too,
may wet your face as the tears do mine

That I may hold the sun in my hands
and direct its gentlest rays to your skin,
So that they too,
may affect you,
the way your embrace does mine.

I wish for the ability to blow the wind in your direction,
so that its  soft hands may caress your face, the way your hands often do mine.

I wish I could bring the galaxies down for you, so you could

see yourself through my eyes.