Incantation

Would that these stones had known you. Would that this wind had been your kin. Would that restless leaves had whispered yes When youd come walking in search of nights caress. Would that your coasts did not constrain you. Would that your sea had ceased to crush its shells to sand. Would that your forests had been watered before summers flames were fanned. Would that a burdened earth cease to bear you so far from me. Would that the sky that frames me hadnt left out what is germane. Would that the harpists gnarled fingers play their music without pain. Would that your dreams leave you spaces where the peace of sleep might reign. Would that this love weve chosen might outlast drought, outlast rain.