Would that She

Could Only See Me Now

Would that She could only see me now, 
my shattered life affixed with glue of Gold—
yet there's no way, nor means, nor any How. 

I've pieced together bedrock from a cloud, 
so irrigating this, a harvest bold. 
Would that She could only see me Now. 

But our continued love was not allowed. 
Before we met, our fate had been foretold. 
There was not any way, nor means, nor How. 

I was then tightly bound in selfish shroud
constraining any movement of my Soul. 
Would that she could only see me now. 

She wanted dearly to assist my growth, 
and see me free of this too-narrow scope. 
There was no way, nor means, nor any how. 

But time will clutch the water's hope to flow, 
unless I empty out myself, and so. 
Would that she could only see me now. 
This is the Way, the Means, the glorious How.