If Not Forgotten...

If only hope
Were simpler
To explain;

If a dream could
Withhold light
In days so dark...

If words would be
The beautiful green
Tendrils of life -

If they fought
The dying weeds
We trip upon.

If only perfection
Were allowed to be
In its moments;

If an idea could
Strain reality
Into the distance...

If help would be
The starlit sky
By the moon -

If it fought off
Darkness of the
Unshining sun.