Beg, Steal, Or Borrow

Beg, Steal, or Borrow What if rain nears? Would Heaven’s tears sting less The tender fears of parting, Or burn, unending, until death re-unites? I would borrow, beg, and steal For the spark your eyes reveal. In my darkness, there is light. What if snow blinds? Would biting north-winds surcease My sorrow, or, ghost-like, enshrine my spirit Caught up in fever’s chill? Still, on I haunt Earth’s frozen lands For the warmth held in your hands. In your absence, I find will. What if stars stray? Would a single ray, o’er galaxies of stone, Thy gentleness and grace illuminate, Or cast dark shadows where your essence grew? I would steal, beg, and borrow For a taste of your tomorrow. In our dreams, we love anew.