if I could. . .

If I could
I would reach up 
and pluck the moon from the sky
and hold it
my world revolving around this one light 
my joy anchored to its presence. 
If I could 
I would grow wings 
and go wherever I pleased 
for there is no limit 
to the endless cloud realm of the sky.
If I could
I would spill the colors of the world 
all over my life
and paint them into pictures of joy 
covering the walls 
and filling my heart with ink stained memories.
If I could 
I would dance around the stars 
to my own heartbeat 
letting the wind carry me home 
when my legs can no longer hold my weight 
but 
I can't do any of those things
so 
I will make you
my moon 
and always hold you dear.
I will make my voice
my wings 
to carry me higher than my sorrow.
I will mix up my own colors 
and paint my way through the blank canvas days 
and I will make all the people of the world 
my stars 
to dance the dance of life with 
together.