If Only

If Only

If only my words could splash and splatter
against your walls with such force,
of nature's countenance left unchecked.
White walls stained by my words.

If Only My words could rain,
rain down upon you unrestrained,
soaking your clothes, seeping into your eyes,
into your pores, soaking your shoes.

If only my words could illuminate you on a dark night,
when the frost clung to the grass
and fall wind smelled of winter.
November arrives, then fades, words remain.

If only my words

My words instead drop noiselessly,
laying fallow, like leaves at the bottom of a lake.
My words ascend, then fall, lost in the earth.