If I could stay

If i could stay,
then,
you would find me
in the dew
upon spring buds in April,
upon the raindrops of life
on springtimes showers,
inside the gold
of leaf fall autumn,
and leaping from shadows
to greet the dawn
gazing skyward
ever skyward.
Find me spellbound before
stormy crashing breakers.
Running with infants
joining in their joyous games.
There upon the smiles
of young loves lips
and inside the eyes
of old contentment.
Along each highway of adventure
towing a trailer of goodwill.
At rest between the amber flakes
of rust upon yesterdays autos.
And in the eyes, your eyes
which see the love
in this beautiful world.