If She Said Yes

If she said yes,
A dancing yes,
Would my love of fate,
Love my return?

If she said yes,
Would the train station longing,
Gone like the short wind,
Return as a gale?

If she said yes,
Bubbling and sparkling, like the approaching tide,
Soothing every sandy imperfection,
Could i will beyond that?

If she said yes,
In the noontide eternity,
Would her retreat,
Back to the old permanent sea,
Be finally a truth too heavy?

If she said yes,
Could the parting,
Match the greeting?
Could either vintage taste and smell,
As sweet as the cool drizzle on the peaks?

- Paul Washington