What if
death was brought new life
from under the depths
of the ground’s despair?

Would the faces of
those torn and puzzled souls
carry on their passion
among the flesh and blood?

What if
every wounding word
was tackled down with a
refreshing compliment?

Would the menacing beast
whom roamed the serpentine paths
finally be tamed
into a small kitten?

What if
the split from the quake
that had rumbled on and on
had stopped to piece together?

Would it last?
Would the tears drown both
down into a river
of forgive and forget?

Past memories
And aching thoughts
Stymie those who just
Think and hope

Letting go of those
wishful dreams
is even harder than
living among the truth