if your greatness

could be revealed . . .

the inner you that simmers beneath the surface

if stars could sing the virtues

that come rushing from your heart

if Mother Nature herself could speak

with an oceanic mouth

of the love that lives within you

of the truth that shimmers through you

of the sacrifice that you would make

for friend and foe alike,

then novels would fill the earth

books would reach the starry skies

words would fill the universe

until all space was filled

and all wars had ended

and time itself had frozen

into a single teardrop

falling from the fountain

where hummingbirds die

and angels are born again . . .