Dare I
lay this greedy hand on
furrowed brow of noble friend?
To ease the anguished lines I traced
across your dear and treasured face!
And dare I think I could erase... had power to... in one embrace,
to smooth out scars that I defaced...
How dare I think I have the grace and dare I think the wisdom mine
to erase the etch of time!
For if I did... you'd know me not
yet... then
your brow might not be hot!
So... dare I wonder if I could, and dare I wonder if I should
and finally...
wonder if I would!
~eerie © 1978