Oh, That I were
 

Kim A McKee©

Oh that I were
The folded plaid
Beneath your arm
When the rains have gone
But rather I
Like the matted straw
Tangled in hair
And broken words

Oh that I were
The damp, damp grass
Beneath your dreams
And your endless sleep
But rather I
Like the cricket small
Flicked from your bed
Without a song

Oh that I were
The misty breeze
Against your cheek
When you face the sea
But rather I
Like the tempest storm
Blown to the cliffs
Your love to mourn