if men were angels,
we could touch the clouds
on feathered wings.

and not a single dream
would go unfulfilled.

if men were angels,
we could fly to the moon
and watch the sun explode
over the horizons that,
forever ago,
seemed unreachable.

and not a single question
would go unanswered.

if men were angels,
we could sing with the birds,
and scream into the wind
for an eternity.

and not a single voice
would go unheard.

if men were angels,
we could trail our fingers
through the surface of the ocean,
and not have a care in the world.

and not a single soul
would go unhappy.


if men were angels,
everything would be pure
and the sky would open up,
and light,
and love,
would pour from the heavens.

and not a single heart would be broken.