Yearnings

What if you were a star?

Will you still come out every night?

Knowing that I will be light years away,

And it will be ages before I set my eyes upon you.

What if you were a wildflower?

Will you save every drop of life?

To bloom for me?

Knowing that it might be miles,

Before I reach you.

Will you be my shade in the sun?

Will you be my desert oasis?

What if you were a dodo?

Will you preserve yourself?

In stones and moss, in river beds deep,

With the slime of times over you.

Waiting for the rock hammer,

Waiting for resurrection.

Will you be standing still?

An eternity in entirety.

Amidst the blowing winds

And the flowing water,

Will you still blush at the twilight?

Will you be strong enough?

Will you be my Delicate Arch?

When all is dust, will you be the harbinger of love?

And lead me to the light of a million stars,

And the scent of a thousand flowers,

And all that has vanished from the earth,

Or is yet to come.

Will you be my phoenix?

Will you be the cocoon of peace?

While entropy rages.

Will you stand still at the edge of time?

When eternity is a forlorn conclusion.