Only if I was

Only if I was
that morning sun,
I could kiss your eyes
everytime I saw
your waking face,
Envious of the night
in those eyelids.

Only if I was
that meadow green,
I could kiss your feet
everytime I felt
those feather steps,
Running unbound like
free southwinds.

Only if I was
that mad raindrop,
I could kiss your heart
everytime I fell
like an old true love,
Making a home within
those closed twins.

© Arindam Dey