What I Have (Sights and Sounds and Scenes)

If anything was mine to own

I’d give it all away to friends

And if I were to make a home

It would be for my lady-Love

On whom every light descends

 

If I had a cup to give

I’d give one hope, of Love, of anything

And if I had the mind of a sieve

I’d let loose the grief and hold onto things

That make my heart sing

 

If I were to have some words

I’d share them with you, dear passer-by

And then maybe with the birds

And then the praying-mantises

And then the butterfly

 

Because what I have is not my own

Clothes that my mother had sewn

Grass from my childhood I had not grown

And sights and sounds and scenes

And Love that, without the world, I’d have never known