What Will It Be? Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

If it's yea, of the lightest heart, I'll sing,
Towards heaven, exulting all the way,
In meadows, I'll dance, but to grass I'll cling,
Afraid that a breeze, might waft me away.

If it's nay, the heaviest of souls, I'll sink,
The sky, I'll bear, clad in a mourner's frock,
Should I walk on granite slabs, I'd still think,
To dent footprints, upon the solid rock.

If maybe happens to be the last word,
A change of heart, may favor what is true,
I'll wait, for time I very well afford,
If eternity, add a day or two.