Could I but go to bend of sky
see the things that sunrise brings
around the corner I would run
there bare shouldered dream with wings
Could a blooming backwards rose
grow from petals on the lawn
a breeze would take them to the face
and stick them there with dew of dawn
A child would know a wisdom song
an old man whimsy chase around
and ground would hold a crayon’s melt
as night moon glows a suntan brown
Love would surely stay with hands
that promised ever after
and trees would lay their branches down
for climbing faster laughter
Could I but go to bend of sky
see the things that sunrise brings
around the corner I would run
there bare shouldered dream with wings
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