prism song

if you were a carpenter

your hands to the grain

if you'd stayed a stranger and i'd never learned your name

if you were a creature of make believe

if you were the shades of colors my eyes cannot see

i never would have known what you could have meant to me

if you were a mason

your body over stone

if you were a garden with myrtle overgrown

if you were the walls that purposed the room

if you were a prism with the light passing through

i never would have known what you could have meant to me

if you were a child

born new into the day

if you were the dreamcatcher above the bed i make

if you were immortal

with no concern for age

if you were the northern hills that knew not rapid pace

i never would have known what you could have meant to me