{"id":4717,"date":"2015-07-28T20:43:14","date_gmt":"2015-07-29T01:43:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/?p=4717"},"modified":"2015-07-28T20:43:14","modified_gmt":"2015-07-29T01:43:14","slug":"if-thoughts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/poetry\/if-thoughts\/","title":{"rendered":"If Thoughts"},"content":{"rendered":"

~ If Thoughts\u2026<\/strong> ~<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n If thoughts were twinkling stars<\/em>
\n You would be the first one seen each night.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were but sighs<\/em>
\n You would be every breath I take.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were tears<\/em>
\n You would be the river in which I swim.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were kisses<\/em>
\n I’d save them all for you.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were rays of light<\/em>
\n You would be the dawn.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were formed in words<\/em>
\n Every word would be for you.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were drops of paint<\/em>
\n You would the canvas covered in their art.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were merely waves<\/em>
\n You would the ocean in unrest.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were but a breeze<\/em>
\n You would be the Four Winds at gale force.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were only thoughts<\/em>
\n You would still fill mine.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were morning coffee<\/em>
\n You would be the first sip I take.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were only dreams<\/em>
\n Would that every dream I have is you.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were drops or blood<\/em>
\n You would fill my veins.<\/em>
\n If thoughts of you were unshed tears<\/em>
\n I’d never cry again.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were single steps<\/em>
\n You’d be the lifelong path I choose to take.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were fingers<\/em>
\n Yours with mine would be entwined.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were tender kisses<\/em>
\n You would be passion and pure bliss.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were memories<\/em>
\n Would that every single one was you.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were fingertips<\/em>
\n You would gently press to my lips.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were single pixels<\/em>
\n You would be the only image in my head.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were drops of water<\/em>
\n You would be torrential rain.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were considered wicked<\/em>
\n You would be the essence of pure sin.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were all of goodness<\/em>
\n You’d be the Angel who dwells within.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were little fears<\/em>
\n You would be Terror incarnate.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were degrees of warmth<\/em>
\n You would be the Sun.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were the shadows cast at night<\/em>
\n You would be the Moon.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were simple sounds<\/em>
\n You would be an orchestra in tune.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were the patter of small feet<\/em>
\n You would be a sonic boom.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were calm silence<\/em>
\n You would be the Void.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were measured distance<\/em>
\n You’d be the circumference of my world.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were things we chose<\/em>
\n I’d choose every one to be of you.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were little impacts<\/em>
\n You’d be hammer blows to my heart.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were grains of sand<\/em>
\n You’d be all the beaches of all worlds.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were tiny pinpricks<\/em>
\n You would be every needle ever cast.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were tender touches<\/em>
\n You’d be pressed firm against my flesh.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were desires<\/em>
\n You would be all of mine fulfilled.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were distance traveled<\/em>
\n You’d be my start and my destination too.<\/em>
\n If thoughts were single stars<\/em>
\n You’d be my Universe.<\/em>
\n It thought was but a single word<\/em>
\n the word for You’d be Love.<\/em>
\n If thought was but a single sound<\/em>
\n the sound for You’d be Soul.<\/em>
\n For You, my love,<\/em>
\n are the One<\/em>
\n who makes me<\/em>
\n Whole.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em><\/p>\n

My son seems to believe Poetry must rhyme.\u00a0 On the other hand, I seem to think Poetry must have meaning.\u00a0 I wonder what you think?<\/p>\n

Oh, and please visit again some time\u2026 Why? Because something else I seem to think is that meanings change, and thus so does my poetry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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