If only I could know
What keeps a heart alive,
Or plant a seed to grow
The food to feed a soul,
Bring comfort to Spring’s foal
And help it to survive.
If only I could touch
What gives your cheek its flame,
Or love without a crutch
That time can cause to end,
But let this not offend…
For stillness speaks your name.
Brian Johnston
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/separation-61/
