If Only (1)

Like a windmill in darkness,
Carving the air,
As mist settles on her blades,
Creating a ruckess in the still of the night,
The only thing that moves,
Apart from a ghost cloud
And the sterling moon.

My heart moves in thundered silence,
Floating amidst a shroud of thought, As memories float by,
On this chilly winter nigh,
Of happy times so often cherished,
End in quiet sadness.
I know my boats will never sail the same.

Like a clock that moves without moving,
Turning time with every tick,
The hands they guide,
Every glowing wick
To blow out someday.

If only I could turn back time,
And tell you you're mine,
I wish I could show you so,
If only I can make the wick glow, again.


(dedicated to .........)