Road ahead.

If the road ahead no longer holds your precious heart in mine

Would the world still keep its magic, and all the things Divine

For what would a meadow be, without you my flowering hand

All but dirt and emptiness , the likewise turn of sand

If I could not travel with thee, to all the beautiful places below the sky

Could my heart behold and make it, and would I question why 

For nothing comes more beautifully than you with lavish style

And I would pause and ponder broken, today and Morro
If all the while

If I could stand to carry you, would you allow my tender embrace

I'd walk the roads so merely with sweet doating on your face

And well if things are mended, no more broken pieces come to be

I'd bathe you in the ocean depths the 
deepest part of me.