If … only

If … only

If only I could catch 

the whisper in the wind –

a single floated chestnut

blossom, the tincture-tang

of turpentine, shimmer of

ebon raven’s wing –

If only -

after all, 

I could coalesce 

all contained, re-

tained, imprinted

held to converge

from this anchored 

soul’s simple loving will

you manifested from the All 

where filamented you persist

to a-light 

on earth 

for yet

another

sacred 

touch