I wish you could feel me
feel what I feel
when I write
play
see the long day sunshine finally stretching
into the longer shadows of autumn afternoon.
when the air tickles the tips of trees
just so,
dropping a thousand languid days in my lap.
I wish you could know and understand
just one second of what it has been like
standing over here.
but I know where you are standing
and the shadows and sun are a different beast
from the other side of the works.
if I could
I would give anything to show
what it has meant
the miracles that seem to be.
I'd give the rest of my years
every day
just so I could give you one second
for real
you could see
what it is like
and has been
standing
over
here.