If

If there were words 

to express the depths of my heart

would they guild the clouds 

with sunshine after rain?

If there were shades of every color,

would this be enough to pour out the landscape

of my world?

If there were days enough

to hold the silver thread

running rampant through my heart,

would you listen

to the quiet murmurs 

and hear the hidden thoughts

that travel like a liquid thunder storm of hope?

The constance of strength

like a soft wind

courses like blood through my veins

and I am succored.

The slating  of a rampant thirst

whisks the darkness to replace with

vibrant shades of 
"Yes, it is enough

just to be."

Janelle Gregory 2009