If Love

If love was nothing but a ghost,
A vision briefly here, then gone –
I’d seed the hills with more of it,
A many-colored, breathing sort of lawn

If love was only mist and haze,
I’d pour it out into the skies,
So everywhere that you might gaze
You’d find that I am somewhere near your eyes

If love’s as changeable as time,
And ready to, with days, expire –
I’ll stretch us to eternity
To move what we have here to someplace higher

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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