If

If I had just a word,
a single moment to express
a lonely touch,
I would be lost
maundering and
wondering
that such a word
could not exist.

If I had a fearful soul,
a whispering voice
that calls you friend,
I would be caught
by my own thoughts,
and they would "snitch"
the very truth of mine,
the concealed dream
no one has heard,
no eyes have seen
for they were all within
this very mind of mine.

A humble hommage to the ones
who read my poems in the U.S.A.
Many thanks for your appreciation.