If only spoken

If she only told him she loved him

whispering words into his uncertain

dreams at night

faith alone, waking the sleeping rainbows

moving his every wish toward the sundrops

If waiting forever was an unheard of burden

his candle would be lit in the dancing sky of

her ballad already

If unsaid words hadn’t gottten in the way of

time’s art work, what would he have done with

the painting of her? What would she have done

with her life with him? If only she had said the

words.