if my love could be

like honey in the sun

like liquid starshine

to pass through the invitation

of your lips

and pour into your heart

something sweet

to keep you warm

and give you light

from inside out

to give you illumination

from darkest day

through coldest night

if anything could ever be

half as enchanted

as the dreams 

of what love dreams itself to be 

I would turn myself to

oasis in a world

that can parch the spirit dry

if only to nourish you

with not alone

when the voice that seeks

to bring you comfort

cannot dream itself enough

to get that far

if I was made of stars

and could melt the way

I feel to do

when I find you amongst

the light inside myself

and you are honey 

warmed with sun