If it might be, if only it might be
that once more I might have one glimpse of you:
if tales told us in childhood could be true
of happy lands in high eternity;
and I could see you there – there where all stain
of sickness, age, time, tears were washed away,
and happiness made one perpetual day,
and lovers met, never to part again –
oh then, falling before you I would cry
(as I cry now to night and cloud and star)
"My love, I love you." Freed from time's blank bar,
then you would see and hear me – and reply.
But truth is pitiless: there's no such place
where we may once again meet face to face.
If it might be
© Copyright: David Lake, 2003
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