If I were to dream of her would she

Find me there, standing silent in a

Place where winter never comes, an

Ill-fitting smile beneath cautious eyes

To mask my uncertainty?

And would she smile in return, because

She knows my secret heart cannot find

Its way to the surface of who I am, and

Penetrate the barrier that forms in my

Throat every time I look at her?

In this grove of spring eternal, sun-dappled

Trees and dew-soaked grass, where cloud

Shadows chase the scent of lilacs, would

She place a finger against my lips to hush forever

The thundering turmoil of my own self doubt?

And would she then lean close to me, body

Pressed against mine, long dark hair teased

By a playful dancing wind, would she brush

Those lips against my cheek, the mystery of her

Perfume an ageless one as she whispers in my ear?

Those three little words I dare not say, her friendship

A gift I dare not lose, her kindness worth so much

More than not at all, I hold her close in that secret

Place, behind closed eyes, a hidden grove of

Possibility where winter never comes…

A place that says “I love you”.

END

“Would She”