Lovesong (Ghost)

if i reached up
and plucked the stars
from the darkest skies,
if i pulled the rain
from the clouds that hang.
if i seeped the stillness
from the mountains strong,
if i took the color
from the rose unopened.
if i took the taste
from the apple
before it ripened,
if i pulled the nails
from the coffin
and raised the body.
if i took the guns
from the soldiers,
and replaced them
with flowers...
if i took the heat
from the fire,
and returned it to your lips.
if i took the hunger
from the hungry,
and gave them faces.
if i healed the sick,
and returned
the child to its mother...
would you know then
that i loved you?
would you know then
that this is for you?

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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