A Cardboard Heart

if I could summon words as easily as the osprey soars and skims the sluggish waters in search of breakfast, as the twilight of a million nights stumbles clumsily to dawn... and if I could see as a blind man hears with eyes long rendered mute, but knowing the sound of hearts breaking, bandages healing, and tastes the salty breath of the oceans crying tears into rivers of placid regret... if I could feel the rhythm of a hundred breaths drawn in at once, for the sight of a wondrous, stirring, gentle beauty that is you, and feel the beat of my heart stop quick, and ever wonder is it your look, a glance my way, however brief, or the anticipation of such... if I could summon all this, and now, for I have known all this, and more, within, and without, the freeing confines your arms, I would.