What might be done
To see your smile
When there is one
There is only a mile
Should there be only some
Of that thing called time
When will you come
I speak yet heard like a mime
I know you've been hurt
Its in taking a chance
That we appreciate the desert
It can be but a glance
It doesn't have to be
There is no should
Anything particular you see
Even the preposterous could
The lighthearted is the same
Its about enjoying what there is
Not about a claim
In a declaration of his
Of what can be today
Tomorrow or forever
Its possibility you say
And for which I endeavor
Even the little things
A card, a flower, a word
Like a hand that clings
To a heart that's stirred
Into what was once unheard
by Gary Hodges
