If you can hear a single snowflake fall

And mend it as it shivers in the air,

You’ll hear a wistful, empathetic call

Escaping from a vacuum of despair.

 

If you can smell a rainbow’s subtle tones

And separate each individual hue,

You’ll smell, discerningly, the pheromones

Of nature’s trap and know which heart is true.

 

If you can taste the moonlight on the sea

And coax each silver sliver to the shore

You’ll taste a latent love, that you set free

To cherish and engulf your every pore.

 

If you can touch a blazing bar of sun

And mould it so it melds around your skin,

You’ll touch a patient heart, reserved for one

Deserving of the flame that burns within.

 

If you can see a restless wind unwind

And settle it upon a pearl of dew,

You’ll see the one you found so hard to find

Was restless too, yet never out of view.