'If' by an 'Error' one has made
or two, we can agree.
Scriveners all can see.
And over time has turned to three.
One hour needn't be that long
when I've been laid to wait in sleep.
'If' by being civil, both my hands held out
too you and who's to me.
Some words of magic held between
two lines that never parted.
Your every master of my tounge, denied
by some not I yet still.
You must have the will to reach and guide.
While music lifts my heart and soul.
Your song,
I have long known, by he whom..I have read.
Doubt by some has lain in wait,
some longer,
than that month, each moon has turned to years.
even while, you sit and walk around.
The bench was
whom to blame the chair once high is all but gone.
And by you...must know this now, but how,
'If' it has waited long in vain.
My pockets emptied while yours grow long
I must have been the biggest fool.
'If' now you own what is still mine and I
owned what you owned I find that was but time...
r.k.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem