“Only in art will the lion lie down with the lamb, and the rose grow without the thorn.” Martin Amis
if my voice was an angel voice
i’d sing you into ecstasy
if my hand was a healing hand
i’d touch you into grace
would that i could measure poems
to turn tears into light
to put dance in your feet
if i knew my own soul, i could
touch the tarnished silver of yours
and bring your smiles back again
© 2013, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
