I would trade it for a world
where darkness shines upon the stars;
where storms repair the bluff of broken hearts,
and lightning strikes the dragon of unspoken fears.
I would trade it all for a space
where death becomes one with the tremor of each new birth;
where pain marries the laughter of fresh beginnings,
and tears abate the inner fires of hell.
I would trade it for a country
where the impassable peaks melt their fiercest glaciers;
where forgotten caves reveal the murals of yester night,
and the longest tunnels bridge the gap between despair and hope.
I would trade it all for a world
where love is the prequel to a Book for the Living,
and where gentleness is the crown to a majesty of soul beings.
Were it not my world.
Maryse G. Copans © 2010