It Fades Dry

...If only ink 
never dries up
then every dream
will be written to 
remind us to walk our path
If only whispers
scream
in times of a disturbed calm
then maybe 
there will be a smile
filled 
with laughter to spark 
a new hope
If only silence never 
burns cold after 
a faded joy
perhaps tomorrow I 
will think of the sun
and embrace 
a new warmth
If only I 
could speak with fate
to ask a few questions
then I 
would not fear
closing both my eyes
in my sleep...

Mek
Feb09

Author's Note

If only...