The Promise

If it was in my power,
from the green garden of happiness,
I would fetch an eternal bloom,
and left it in the glassy vase of your heart.

And if it was in my power,
from the blue sky of soundness,
I would catch an immortal bird,
and freed it in the papery cage of your mind.

And if we were there,
from the warm shore of kindness,
I would pick an ancient shell,
and with a tie of promises,
hung it from your neck.

And if freedom,
was not more than a word,
we would never let it fall out,
from the tip of our tongues.