what if clouds and lakes switched spots 

and every time you looked up you'd see waves being pulled by the moon

and we'd wade through clouds on a hot day

 

what if trees could tell stories about what they've witnessed 

but they'd only do it if an artist asked them to,

using their craft

 

what if disance was measured in emotion 

and i'd be close enough to hear your every breath

 

what if time was made of pigment 

and every second apart from you was equivalent to a brush stroke 

and in our aching hearts we'd hold tapestries instead of memories to remind us of one another

 

what if touches were made of light and kisses were brand new fireworks

and every time i held your hand then night would become day

and every kiss would make the sky erupt in color

 

what if stars and grass switched places

and at night we'd see the sky ripple in the wind

and we'd brush stardust off our bare feet 

and we'd glow if we rolled down a hill

 

what if words had physical weight 

and i'd be pinned to the ground every day

because my "I love you"s

are too heavy to hold