If only all that I desired
Was in my grasp,
The coals that burn
In ember-red 
Upon my mind,
The liquid snakes
Of cool desire
That slide across
My heart.
If only they were mine -
I’d be content.

The sun that dives, in fiery swords,
Towards the emerald sea,
Would it were mine.
Fields of crystal green,
Writhing in dewy winds,
Would they were mine.

If only all that now is bright
Could be kept free;
The chains that bind
With cords of flame
Our enemies,
The crossed swords
Of mailed fists
To never part
In fear.
If only these were safe - 
I’d be content.

And all it takes,
Is one swift move,
Make up your mind - 
Extend a hand -
And all will be set free.

If only all that I desired
Were given me,

Within that ring you bear...

by: Cirdar