If I were to let my tears spill onto your heart
Each would become a brittle jewel of ice
If I could stop them
I would

If each tiny grain that slips through
The hourglass of time were words and thoughts
I’d stop them from falling in waste
If I could

If they formed a dune in the heat of the sun
If I could lie there in the warmth of clear understanding
And let the soft flow of your voice embrace me
I would

If understanding is relative
I’d bend the universe and the stars would explode
So that brilliance would flood my soul
If I could